March 08, 2005
townes van zandt
Someone reminded me this morning that it's Townes Van Zandt's birthday. I pulled up "Our Mother The Mountain" on the iPod on the way into work and fell under its spell as always.
This 1969 album, his second, is truly one of my all-time favorites, ever since I was sixteen and bought the cassette out of the bargain bin at Camelot Music in Brownwood, Texas. Van Zandt has to be one of the best songwriters who ever lived. Every song is completely magical and takes me somewhere different.
According to the All Music Guide, this album contains his "least-recognized but finest collections of songs." I don't know about that, but I know that all of the songs are close to my heart, especially "Tecumseh Valley," which is still one of the saddest songs I've ever heard. One of my biggest musical regrets is that I never got to see Townes perform.
Townes, wherever you are, happy birthday, and thank you.
Posted by ljh at March 8, 2005 11:22 AM