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Never Said Goodbye

Never Said Goodbye

  • Door Jesse Anderson
  • Release 13-9-2011
  • Muziekgenre Folk
  • Media-indeling CD
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'Never Said Goodbye' Foreword by J. Anderson In August of 1956, two days before my 7th birthday, a policeman came to our home. Instinctively, I hid behind my grandfather's trailer as he knocked on our door. My grandmother answered and told the officer where he could find my mother. I heard the officer's regret as he told her my dad was lost. Lost? Where? It was a closed casket and suddenly, he was gone. He never said goodbye, nor did I. Fifty-five years later, every day as I drive to work, I pass his cemetery. I greet him every morning and again, on my return home. To this day, it's still difficult to fathom how this came to be; this part of us, this father who once saved me from drowning in the Mississippi, who met his own fate by succumbing to the very threat he once saved me from. I dedicate my music to you Dad. I'm proud of my work. I'm an older man now. I also became a father with two fine sons; one who bears your name. I'm a musician and I was once a sailor, like you. I'm proud to be part Cherokee as you and your mother were. And although we never said goodbye, I know in some great circle, we'll meet again. 'Cherokee Morning Song' Traditional Cherokee Song My paternal grandmother was Cherokee. She lived in Illinois; we lived in Minnesota. My memories of her are islands of recollections strung together, at best. But the images I have of her are those of a quiet spoken, dark skinned woman whose braided gray hair encircled the crown of her head like that of a tarnished silver halo. She would be up long before her family to make breakfast on a wood stove; a breakfast so large, you scarcely knew where to where to begin. During the day, she'd quietly move about her garden, gathering whatever was ripe and ready for picking; holding the hem of her apron while using it as a hammock to cradle the bounty she'd picked. Her gentle smile belied the hard life she'd lived but her voice was comforting and soft. And her kindness was evident every Christmas when a box of presents would arrive, without fail; all neatly wrapped and bowed with our names affixed to each. I wished I'd known her better as I wished I'd known my father better. I'd have learned much. This song is my only way of thanking her for the many ways she loved and graced us; the grandchildren she seldom saw but always loved. 'Cherokee Morning Song' (Translation: 'I am of the Great Spirit, it is so.') (Lyrics) Words and music based on original tribal song We n' de ya ho We n' de ya ho We n' de ya We n' de ya Ho ho ho ho He ya ho He ya ho Ya ya ya We n' de ya ho We n' de ya ho We n' de ya We n' de ya Ho ho ho ho He ya ho He ya ho Ya ya ya We n' de ya ho We n' de ya ho We n' de ya We n' de ya Ho ho ho ho He ya ho He ya ho Ya ya ya We n' de ya ho We n' de ya ho We n' de ya We n' de ya Ho ho ho ho He ya ho He ya ho Ya ya ya 'People Get Ready' by Curtis Mayfield Ok, so what made me think I could ever do this 1965 Curtis Mayfield composition justice? It's only been covered by the greatest contemporary vocalists of our time. In what parallel universe would I attempt to improve on the efforts of people like Aretha Franklin, Bob Marley, Bruce Springsteen, Rod Stewart, Jeff Beck, John Denver, Phil Collins, Steve Perry, The Chambers Brothers, The Walker Brothers, or The Everly Brothers? The answer is simple. I'm not trying to improve perfection. This is an iconic example of when perfect lyrics meets perfect music. It's been stuck in my head for as long as I can remember and it just doesn't matter what company I choose to keep. It's simply a privilege to pay homage to Curtis Mayfield by performing my rendition of one of the documented top 10 songs of all time. 'People Get Ready' (Lyrics) Written by Curtis Mayfield People get ready there's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage you just get on board All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin' You don't need no ticket. You just thank the Lord So people get ready for the train to Jordan Pickin' up passengers coast to coast Faith is the key, open the doors and board them There's hope for all among those loved the most There ain't no room for the hopeless sinner Whom would hurt all mankind just to save his own Have pity with those whose chances grow thinner For there's no hiding place against the kingdom's throne So people get ready there's a train a comin' You don't need no baggage you just get on board All you need is faith to hear the diesels hummin' You don't need no ticket. You just thank the Lord There's a train a comin' Just get on board Hear the diesels hummin' Just thank the Lord Hear the diesels hummin' Just thank the Lord There's a train a comin' Get on board Hear the diesels hummin' No ticket needed Thank the Lord 'A Dozen Roses' by J. Anderson I'm a fan of Guillermo Forchino's comic art sculptures; in particular, one entitled "Le Guitariste". This particular piece reminds me of a character who once graced many a stage with me in bands past. "A Dozen Roses" was written with Terry in mind. For him, even the simplest challenges in life became supremely complicated. He would endure any level of effort to solve a problem, oblivious to how simple the real solution really was. If only there were a "Dummy's Guide" to life. He had a hell of a good voice and I always smile and think of him whenever I look at the sculpture and listen to this song. 'A Dozen Roses' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson Love should come with a bag of tools and a hard bound book with all the rules. To a guy it ain't natural. Why can't it be plain and factual. But oh no, here it comes again and I just can't hide; and oh no, that queasiness that I feel inside tonight. I stood at her door with my hat in my hand; a dozen roses and a wedding band. Somethin' inside said the time wasn't right. So all I gave her were the flowers that night. And oh no, I'm back at her door and I'm startin' to stress. And oh no, I hope she loves me and she says yes tonight. It seems to me, she takes a little glee in whenever I stumble and fail at finding words to tell her just how much I care and want for us to share every little thing from now through ever-after. So I'm going back down to the heart of the city, where the lights are bright and busy; knock on her door with my hat in my hand; a dozen roses and that wedding band tonight. It seems to me she's takin' excessive glee in the way I'm stumblin' and failin' at findin' words to tell her just how much I care and want for us to share every little thing from now through ever-after. So I'm going back down to the heart of the city where the lights are bright and busy; knock on her door with my hat in my hand; a dozen roses and that wedding band tonight. I'm going back down to the heart of the city where the lights are bright and busy; knock on her door with my hat in my hand; a dozen roses and that wedding band tonight. 'Footprints' by J. Anderson I'd always measured my life by the successes I'd achieved; time spent looking back over my shoulder at the mile marks I'd left behind. "... and footprints only tell me where I've been." After writing that line, I realized footprints, to the optimist, would be an indication of where one was headed. Musically speaking, I'd been in a safe zone, where instrumental music left doors closed to exposing my lyrical expressions. And before I knew it, "Footprints" led me to 'Never Said Goodbye'. The percussion in this song was something I'd previously avoided; after all, there wasn't a single drop of Latin blood coursing through these veins. What business did I have crossing that line of expression? Being Minnesotan, I not only had to ask myself that question, but in the quirkiest of all regional traits, I had to answer it as well. And to my recollection, it must have happened around 4:00 AM, after having a 5 hour energy shot. What the hell. 'Footprints' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson Like everything else my plans are getting' sidetracked. Livin' by the paycheck has taken it's toll. Bills pilin' up like traffic on the freeway; the stress of it all; poison to the soul. So I promised myself, with no procrastination, that I'd find a cure for the state that I'm in; starting with the fact, I answer for my actions and footprints only tell me where I've been. I'm setting my sights on the expressway; charting a course to reach a new goal; leaving behind frustration and worry. No one ever warned me 'bout getting old. So now when the music calls my spirit to action, I'll move with the groove and rock to the roll. There's no better place than where I am now. And the people around me; more precious than gold. 'One & One' by J. Anderson General opinion has it; musicians are usually proficient in mathematics; for me, not so much. "One and One makes Three", really? Actually, this was my effort to combat the mushy math of becoming one with your soul mate. It seems you should never give up your individuality when committing to someone; you should become three - us, you and me. Un-romantic? Yup. Oh, and don't call me "Yours". Ugh! 'One & One' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson I know girl, you're blamin' me; life's not as simple as you'd like it to be. But there's blame enough to spread around. You're not the only one that's been let down. I've got a life, it's not all your way. I don't need to cling to every word you say. But girl you know I love you so. You can keep me comin' back if you just let go. Love's not a mystery. You just be you and let me be me. You know me like the back of your hand. You can play me girl, like your one man band. But I don't mind that, from time to time. It just drives me crazy when you say "You're mine!" Love's not a mystery. You just be you and let me be me. You can play me girl, like your one man band. There's a part of me that lives in you that makes us one in the things we do. Oh, but one and one, it makes three; there's us and you, and then there's me. You can play me girl, like your one man band. Oh, but girl you know I love you so. You can keep me comin' back if you just let go. Oh, but one and one, it makes three; there's us, there's you and then there's me. Oh, but girl you know I love you so. You can keep me comin' back if you just let go. 'Don't You Want Somebody' by J. Anderson Ah! Single life; what could be better? Well, for most of us, the routine of "singularity" eventually evolves into monotony and isolation. One begins to ask if there's more. This song is how it plays out for a couple of "singles" who are tired of being alone. 'Don't You Want Somebody' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson Done with work jump in the car and set it on cruise; unlock the door, let out the dog then kick off your shoes; grab a glass, throw in some ice and fill it with booze; turn on the TV and turn down the news. Don't you want somebody to love you tonight. Don't you feel the need to hold on tight. When the bed is cold in the middle of the night, don't you need somebody there to love you tonight. Hear about how people live on reality TV; how spoiled they are the bigger the star, they sure aren't like me. All I want in life is for someone to be sharing my day, hear what I say and love only me. Don't you want somebody to love you tonight. Don't you feel the need to hold on tight. When the bed is empty and you've turned out the light, don't you need somebody there to love you tonight. Lock the door, turn out the light and climb into bed; two pillows in blue cases; one for her head. She clutches the other tightly and thinks of him instead, and hears him whisper in her ear the words he once said. He said, "Don't you want somebody to love you tonight? Don't you feel the need to hold on tight? When the bed is empty in the middle of the night, Don't you need somebody there to love you tonight?" In her deepest dreams he's on his way; he's packed his bags and tells her, "I'll be there today." So unplug the phone, turn out the lights and tell the world to go away. And just before she wakes, she can hear him say, "I'll be with you my darlin' and love you tonight. And whenever you want to, we can hold each other tight. And I'll be there to warm you in the middle of the night. I'll be home soon and love you tonight." 'Nod Over Coffee' by Mark Heard Ever feel like the third wheel? Mark Heard, who wrote this beautifully introspective music, performed it with Pierce Pettis. And after Mark's untimely death, Pierce covered it as a tribute to his friend. Now, I go and stick my two cents worth in. I feel somewhat the intruder. Pierce has done justice in his acoustic rendition of Mark's insightful lyrics. But I am my own band and wanted to offer yet another perspective; another example of how tolerant and versatile this song can be. "Nod Over Coffee" deserves to share equal recognition as a song worthy of being recognized as an outstanding example of an enduring standard. Thank you Mark and Pierce for the inspiration. 'Nod Over Coffee' (Lyrics) Written by Mark Heard All the unsaid words that I might be thinking And all the little signs that I might give you Well they would not be enough They would not be enough So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Smile over coffee and turn to go We know the drill and we do it well We love it, we hate it Ain't that life Oh, ain't that the curse of the second hand Oh, ain't that the way of the hour and the day If I weren't so alone and afraid They might pay me what I am worth But it would not be enough You deserve better So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Do whatever has to be done again today Get in the traffic and time will fly Look at the sun and pray for rain Oh, ain't that the curse of the second hand Oh, ain't that the way of the hour and the day The dam of time cannot hold back The dust that will surely come of these bones Well I'm sure I will not have loved enough Will not have loved enough If we could see with wiser eyes What is good and what is sad and what is true Still it would not be enough Could never be enough So we nod over coffee and say goodbye Bolt the door it's time to go Into the car with the radio on Roll down the window and blow the horn Oh, ain't that the curse of the second hand Oh, ain't that the way of the hour and the day Oh, ain't that the curse of the second hand Oh, ain't that the way of the hour and the day Oh, ain't that the curse of the second hand Oh, ain't that the way of the hour and the day Oh, ain't that the curse of the second hand Oh, ain't that the way of the hour and the day 'How Are You Tonight' by J. Anderson Sometimes it just feels good to be among friends. And nowhere was that more evident than at the release party for my last CD, "Spirits of the Boundary". For those of you who were at The Seasons that evening, this is the song I promised would be in my next collection. First heard that warm August night, the words summed it up perfectly; "... every time I see you, you still make me smile". 'How Are You Tonight' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson It's been a long time since I don't know when All I know it's good to see you again So are you alright? You're such a damn good sight My friend, we haven't talked for such a long while But after all this time you still make me smile So how are you tonight? The bad times are tough, the good times are few But when it gets me down I just think of you You get me feelin' alright, no need to be so uptight Friends come and go but it's all worthwhile, Cause' every time I see you, you still make me smile So how are you tonight? It's a shame we both have to go But there's one thing I want you to know It's been a real good night, you're such a damn good sight You've always been more than just a friend to me No matter what the distance, you will always be How are you tonight? Friends come and go but it's all worthwhile, Cause' every time I see you, you still make me smile How are you tonight? 'Circles' by J. Anderson In all things of this world, there are circles; the circle of seasons, the sun, earth, moon, planets and stars, atoms, solar systems, galaxies, the circle of life and time; and on it goes. Circles have their place in Hinduism, Buddhism and in the beliefs of the Native American nations. And circles have their place in my beliefs as well. On the back of my CD, I have my rendition of a Cherokee Medicine Wheel. It is said, until one stands on every spoke of the wheel, you still have much to learn; and so I've discovered. 'Circles' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson Hands moving round the clock Time never slowing down It's a circle that took me far from home But brought me back to this old town On summer nights I sit And watch the Northern Star Flying in circles through the night Ending right back where we are People come and go Those we love will last Their memories linger on inside of us As circles of our past, we go in circles So as we both grow old Just know how much I cared For the circle that brought you to me And all the circles that we shared, we go in circles And when our time is done Remember as we part Circles may take you far away But will return you to my heart, we go in circles They will return you, we go in circles Circles may take you far away But they return you to where you start, we go in circles They will return you, circles 'A Night In Crown' by J. Anderson A night in the life of a 60's bar band. Does it get any better than smoke so thick you can't see the pool table in the back of the bar; the smell of stale beer and a saw dust covered dance floor lit by neon beer signs hanging from every wall and packed with half snapped women, still drinking from their brown bottles as they undulate in their most provocative mini-skirts and nearly see-through blouses. The patrons are so familiar with one another that when fights break out, people stop to watch as the bouncer moves both drunken Neanderthals outside so it can continue to a point where they get so tired, they both give up and go back in to have yet another beer, together. Has it ever been better than that? 'A Night In Crowne' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson Bud and Jay called the other day; got a job on Friday night. Packed the car, it's not that far, got a sound that's good and tight. We set up four on the barroom floor, and Rick takes all the room. But it don't mean a thing when we start to sing that first Van Morrison tune. I work all week just to make ends meet but when the night time comes to call; it's the live guitar in a smoky bar and a Bud sign on the wall. Never been that cute, just a substitute for that high-priced cover band; no metro stars or limo cars or DJ in a can. Not sure all of my dreams came true by playin' in this band; visions of women throwin' hotel keys and notes from screamin' fans; never wanted more than a full dance floor when the music was rockin' out. So truth be told, you're never too old to make 'em scream and shout, scream and shout. Hal and Merle never saw that girl with the low cut décolletage; skirt high and tight, she danced all night; not a dream, but more a mirage. I'm not sure why, but the reason why I like playin' in small town bars; the drunken brawls in those beer soaked halls that spill out under the stars. Not sure all of my dreams came true by playin' in this band; visions of women throwin' hotel keys and notes from adorin' fans; never wanted more than a full dance floor when the music was rockin' out. So truth be told, you're never too old to make 'em scream and shout, scream and shout. But as times have changed, there still remains a heartbeat and a soul from that familiar sound you hear from Crowne we know as Rock and Roll. Not sure all of my dreams came true by playin' in this band; visions of women throwin' hotel keys and notes from screamin' fans; never wanted more than a full dance floor when the music was rockin' out. So truth be told, you're never too old to make 'em scream and shout, scream and shout. Music rockin' out, Scream and shout, Music rockin' out, Scream and shout, Music rockin' out. 'Yes We Know' by J. Anderson Against my better judgment, I attended my 20 year high school class reunion. My train of thought was that, certainly by now, adolescent cliquish behaviors must have given way to genuine mature conversations. My train jumped the track. The once cute "A" team cheerleaders; resplendent in all their wrinkled, leathery-skinned glory, were still exclusively huddled with the now balding, pot-bellied jocks of yesteryear. My recollections of that evening left me with the lyrics for this song, and I dedicate it, thoughtfully, to them. 'Yes We Know' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson You and I, we're better together and You and I are more clever than ever Though we lie with our eyes They think we're so into life When the truth of it all Cuts like a knife We know Yes we know You and I we're better together and You and I are more clever together Though we lie with our eyes They think we're so into life When the truth of it all Cuts like a knife And we know Yes we know You and I are better together and You and I are we're more clever than ever Yes we know Yes we know You and I we're better together and You and I know better than ever They think we're so into life Though we lie with our eyes And the truth of it all It cut like a knife And we know Yes we know Yes we know 'Seaview On Jax' by J. Anderson In 1970, as I served in the U.S. Navy, two shipmates and I formed a band. And in our free time, we played many local Boardwalk bars. We became dear friends. One of the most memorable engagements, for me, was an outdoor booking we played on Jacksonville Beach, Florida for a bar called Seaview. Clint Wright, Bill LaComb and I played that day under a golden summer sun set against a cobalt blue sky; cool ocean breezes created by thermal currents lifted snow white gulls as they floated effortlessly for hours. Young women in their scant swimwear stopped by to listen and smile as Bill's already thinning hair was being tossed about by occasional light puffs of wind; grinning from ear to ear. Bill passed away last year. And like my dad, he also left too soon. We never said goodbye either. So, my friend; until we meet again, please know how often I think of you and that summer day we shared on Jacksonville Beach. 'Sailor and The Sea' by J. Anderson The lyrics were written while serving aboard the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt, CVA-42. I'd spend countless hours sitting on the darkened deck, watching the stars and thinking about how old mariners could fall in love with the quiet moments they'd have; away from the noise and insanity that went on in the harbor towns that glittered out from the shoreline. 'Sailor & The Sea' (Lyrics) by Jesse Anderson Sail on Dance 'till dawn If I could have a dream come true You know what it would be I'd dream about a sailor And his marriage with The Sea I'd hear him talking to her For no one else he knows Would take the time to listen As on through the night he goes On by the shores of mad men He'd sail with her each night To seek the freedom of their souls And to dance 'till dawn's delight The moon upon her shimmers As she calms his fears within And rocks him as he rests his head Upon her velvet skin I'd hear him talking to her For no one else he knows Would take the time to listen As on through the night he goes On by the shores of mad men He'd sail with her each night To seek the freedom of their souls And to dance 'till dawn's delight And when my dream was over I'd have one wish to be That sailor dancing through the night With his sweetheart called The Sea 'Minndelero' by J. Anderson My take on what a midwest styled Bandelero might sound like. Would someone please pass the Lutefisk and Lefse? And where are my Viking horns?

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Kunstenaar: Jesse Anderson
Titel: Never Said Goodbye
Genre: Folk
Releasedatum: 13-9-2011
Label: CD Baby
Media-indeling: CD
UPC: 885767845152

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