“Walking In Memphis” by Marc Cohn
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Some pop songs have a little magic hanging around the hype. It’s been a while since Marc Cohn showed up with his personal “American Pie” of a Song. I think it is worthy of serious praise for both lyrics and tune. Not too mention ENERGY which defines “Walking In Memphis.”
This song is a classic. If you haven’t heard it i five years or so, check it out again. It is the HarryShots.com Song of the Day. HL
“Gentle Annie” by Kate and Anna McGarrigle (Transatlantic Sessions)
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There are many versions of Stephen Foster’s beautiful and haunting “Gentle Annie,” none delivered with more grace and heart than this track by Kate. It is part of the Transatlantic Sessons series of albums. There are other McGarrigle Sister versions of this song, but none is so beautful in my mind. This is a treat to hear.
Stephen Foster remains among the pantheon of great songwriters, and certainly the preeminent American songwriter of the 19th century. “Gentle Annie” is not nearly as well known as many of Foster’s works. Kate and Anna McGarrigle do great justice to this song, with accompaniment by Rod Paterson. It was two years ago, last week, that Kate McGarrigle passed away. It is in her memory and in her honor, that HarryShots.com is dedicating the week to her music and that of sister Anna, and to a lesser extent, Kate’s former husband, Loudon Wainwright III.
I hope that you enjoy this special song. HL
“(Talk to Me of) Mendocino” by Kate and Anna McGarrigle
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HarryShots.com is dedicating the Songs of the Day, all week, to the memory of Kate McGarrigle, who passed away two years ago, last week. In her honor we are recommending songs by the McGarrigle Sisters, as well as Loudon Wainwright III, who was once married to Kate, and because LW3 wrote some of The McGarrigles best known songs.
Today’s Song of the Day is “Talk to Me of Mendocino” a wildly beautiful song that no ones does better than Kate and Anna. I hope it touches you like it has me. Enjoy. HL
“Come A Long Way” (remastered) by Kate and Anna McGarrigle
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This week is dedicated to the memory of Kate McGarrigle who passed away two years ago last week. In her honor HarryShots is playing Kate and Anna’s music as well as that of Loudon Wainwright III, Kate’s husband at one time in their lives. For my way of thinking, Kate, Anna, and Loudon all sit at in the circle of the Folk Revival that has been ongoing for over 50 years to date. Today’s HarryShots Song of the Day was written by LW3 and performed by The McGarrigle Sisters. Enjoy. HL
“The Swimming Song” by Loudon Wainwright III
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Yesterday, it was the McGarrigles version of this LW3 song. Today we offer you the Original, written by Loudon Wainwright III. It was Dead Skunk that made him a commercial success. Less well known, but equally fun is “The Swimming Song.” Loudon’s music and songwriting have gone through more than a few iterations as the bard has aged. Regardless of age, he hits the nail on the head about half the time. That is a pretty good percentage for any songwriter.
So listen to LW3′s cut and then check out yesterday’s version by Kate and Anna McGarrigle. Loudon was married at one time to Kate, and it is in honor of Kate, who passed away two years ago last week, that HarryShots.com is dedicating all of the music this week to them and to Loudon. Might throw in a track by Rufus or Martha before the end of the week. Enjoy. HL
“Swimming Song” by Kate and Anna McGarrigle
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The McGarrigle Sisters were, in their time, as good as it gets in the folk world. I love their simplicity, followed by incredible complexity in most of their songs. Lovely harmonies, evocative vocals, matched with grace in both lyric and musicianship. Even more enjoyable is the stereo separation of the song production. Crank it up and check it out.
This track was written by Loudon Wainwright III, who was once married Kate McGarrigle (children Martha and Rufus). Kate passed away two years ago last week. In her honor, HarryShots.com will dedicate all Songs of the Day, this week, to the McGarrigles and LW3.
Tomorrow, I will feature Loudon’s version of his song. Both are great. You will have to decide which, if any, is the better of the two. The real winner is the song. Great tune. Great instrumentation, lyrics that are damn near perfect. “Swimming Song” is today’s HarryShots.com Song of the Day. Enjoy. HL
“My Little Girl” by Pierce Pettis
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Pierce Pettis has authored more than a handful of songs that I wish that I had written. Chief among them is “My Little Girl.” As a parent, there is no song that touches me more deeply than this one. If you think that is mighty high praise, listen and let me know what you think. Like me, Pierce grew up in Alabama and his songs are frequently poignant commentary on Southern living. This is incredibly lovely song is today’s HarryShots.com Song of the Day. Enjoy. HL
“Tour of Duty” by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
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Fans of Drive-By- Truckers know Jason Isbell as the frontman of that fine Alabama based band. Jason Isbell’s latest musical venture is decidedly less rock n roll and more Americana in feel. Enjoy the HarryShots.com Song of the Day, “Tour of Duty” by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit. HL
“Your Long Journey” by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss
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When you combine a couple of great singers with a achingly sensitive and beautiful song, you get Robert Plant and Alison Krauss singing duet and harmony on “Your Long Journey.” Written by Arthel “Doc” Watson and his wife Rosa Lee Watson, I had tears in my eyes the first time I heard this song sung. Doc and Rosa Lee actually called their song, “Your Lone Journey” which is how they first recorded it. By any name, beautiful, simple and pure, it is today’s HarryShots.com Song of the Day. HL
ALABAMA DESTROYS LSU
“The final score was infinity to nothing. The Tigers didn’t belong on the same field as the Crimson Tide, and they literalized that cliche by spending almost the entire game outside the 50-yard line. The one time LSU crossed into Alabama territory, they turned tail and promptly and apologetically fumbled the ball back into their own end. Alabama is college football.“ Deadspin
Alabama Fans all over the planet are enjoying the warm glow of connected victory and group happiness. There is no doubt left. None. No argument to be intelligently made. The Alabama Crimson Tide is again the Champions and can gaze down from the mountain upon all that has been accomplished and earned, in one of the greatest beat downs ever.
The Crimson Tide covered itself in gridiron glory and the previously unbeaten, numero uno, that was LSU got their jocks handed to them. LSU was embarrassed. Rammer Jammer never sounded more prophetic as Bama fans duly noted, singing “We just beat the hell out of you” as the game clock struck zero. The actual game ended earlier.
No college football program can match history with Alabama, winning its 14th National Crown, going back to the first one in 1925 after a victory in the Rose Bowl. Alabama has played in more bowl games than anyone. We have won more bowl games than anyone. We had the best Coach in The Bear. We have the best Coach in Nick Saban. Excuse me, Coach Miles, could you hold this jockstrap?
There are victories and there are Victories. There is winning and there is Winning. The Crimson Tide scored six different times and LSU had only five first downs. LSU ran 44 offensive plays in the game. 11 of those plays were for negative yardage. LSU‘s total offense in the game was 92 yards, including passing and running. LSU punted 9 times in the game. They never came close to scoring.
So history is made. The game is over. Bama fans will savor this for a long time. Granted, the current BCS system may be flawed and needs to be changed. The number one team was LSU. Alabama was supposed to be the undeserving opponent. Next time Oklahoma State thinks they should have been there playing LSU, I remind them that they should beat lowly, also-ran Iowa State, before they make any kind of claim. The two best and most deserving teams played in the national championship BCS game. If one team did not deserve to be there, it wasn’t Alabama.
Alabama fans should not go ragging on poor LSU. It would be unbecoming of us. Let us, instead, offer them our hand, help them off the field of battle without gloating. We could gloat, but we shouldn’t. We should gently pat LSU players and fans on their back so as not to hurt them, smile sympathetically and say, “football is a very hard game to play, apparently.”
Feeling very, very good, HL
ps- DATELINE TUSCALOOSA. LSU played Alabama in basketball Wednesday night, two days removed from Bama’s BCS triumph. After the opening tip off, with LSU in possession of the basketball, they dribbled across half court into Alabama territory and a spontaneous mock “cheer” erupted from the Bama student section.
Alabama Alma Mater by The University of Alabama Million Dollar Band
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The University of Alabama, my University, just won the National Championship beating LSU 21-0. Roll Tide. Today’s HarryShots.com Song of the Day is the Alabama Alma Mater. Roll Tide. Enjoy! HL
“The Old Plank Road” by Robin and Linda Williams
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My old friends Robin and Linda Williams add their voices to this A Prairie Home Companion movie soundtrack. I recommend that you check out their music on a larger scale. Almost everything they record is first rate crackerjack stuff. Good people. Good music. Worth your listening to. Robin and Linda Williams cut from this movie soundtrack album, “The Old Plank Road” is today’s HarryShots Song of the Day. Enjoy. HL

“I Remember You” by Frank Ifield
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Here’s a memorable song by Frank Ifield, who was a one hit wonder with
his big hit song, “I Remember You,” which is today’s HarryShots Song of the Day. HL
“Courtin’ In The Kitchen” by Gaelic Storm
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Gaelic Storm is one powerful and cool band. A lot of their stuff knocks my socks off. They marry rock and Celtic and carry on from there. “Courtin’ In The Kitchen” by Gaelic Storm is today’s HarryShots Song of the Day. Enjoy. HL

“Unwed Fathers” by Ben Kyle and Carrie Rodriguez
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First, let me give full credit to the songwriter, John Prine. This is one of many, many incredible songs John has come up with. He is probably America’s master Americana/folksong writer. All that being said, Carrie Rodriguez and Ben Kyle do a sweet job on this bittersweet song. So nice, in fact, that their version of “Unwed Fathers” is today’s HarryShots Song of the Day. Check it out. HL
George Kimball III (1943 – 2011)
George Kimball died in 2011. Without question, George was America’s premier boxing writer. He also covered golf’s majors, the New England Patriots, the New England Revolution, and to a lesser degree the Celtics and the Red Sox, all for the Boston Herald, where he was both a writer and later, a widely read columnist. And he was also a columnist for the Irish Times. He had ten times more friends than anybody you or I know, or ever will. Trust me on that.
George,
You, my old friend, were among those who were not able to see this new year rung in. Your passing is noted and notable. Maybe there will be a posthumous Pulitzer, it would not surprise me. Your life is all down there in black and white; the stories, columns, articles, and yes, the books. You left yourself a legacy. One hell of a legacy, pal. I will remember you with good thoughts. What I think of is the traveling, off and on, over the years that we did, mostly golfing, with a Super Bowl trip, and pubs, clubs, and concerts thrown in here and there, but mostly I recall the golf.
Remember that time we played Pinehurst #2 in the snow that early February afternoon? We had the whole course to ourselves, literally. Play away sir, the course is yours. Those caddies probably were planning on sitting near the heater in the caddy room when they woke up that morning to flurries. It was an easy day at the office until we rolled in. Walked all eighteen in light snow flurries, we did. We weren’t really dressed for it either. The cold I can’t remember anymore. The round I’ll never forget. And you had them comp us in the pro shop. Hey, It’s free, we’re here, it’s The Deuce, so let’s play golf. For the record, we were excellent tippers.
Only after you died did I read about your wilder days. Stories about your civil disobedience, and your having been on the ballot for Sheriff in Kansas, and the hanging out with Hunter S. Stories about the Eliot Lounge were fun to hear. You did have your share of adventures. I think you had at least one whole bucket list checked off.
And you were an honest-to a-fault golfer, optimistic enough to play every shot like the Open Championship was at stake. Forgive me for saying that you weren’t exactly playing at scratch. I think you probably knew that, yet your errant golf shots seemed to always shock you. And your golf stance was excellent; legs splayed like one was in Boston and the other in Worcester. You had that repeatable lash swing. That you only had one working eye may have been a contributing factor.
You should be forever thanking me for saving you from killing Marlene Floyd’s (sister of Ray Floyd, and a former LPGA player) little peek-a-poo, or whatever the hell it was, that time down in North Carolina. There you were on the tee, stance taken, starting your downswing just as a small white dog ran from behind, straight toward your teed up golf ball. I saw it, you could not have. That the dog didn’t perish on the spot was miraculous. I can see Marlene running, in slow motion, trying to save her dog, realizing that she was not gonna make it. My observational skills, such as they were, must have kicked in instinctively; I lunged toward you, at great peril to my person, and I must have yelped as you were in the second half of your always quick downswing, with the aforementioned dog two nanoseconds from coinciding with your ball at the moment of impact. Then it was over. Marlene in tears, thanking YOU when she should have been thanking me. Correct me if I am wrong, but it was you George, wasn’t it, who taught Tiger to stop his downswing on a dime? You’re welcome old friend. You’re welcome Marlene Floyd. You too Tiger.
We were both IIIs and we had a good laugh about it, and about our missing trust funds. After you passed, I read the obits and testimonials. Praising, amazing, and hair-raising. If I had known you in your early days, we wouldn’t have connected most likely. I couldn’t have kept up, from what it sounds like. So it’s good that we met only after we had both lost two or three miles per whatever off our fastballs.
I don’t want to fail to mention your rather notable lack of patience. Lord knows, you didn’t suffer fools. On The Scale of Life’s Patience Meter, there would be the Dalai Lama on one end and George Kimball on the other. In the same breath, I want to say that you did not have a mean bone in your body. You were hard on yourself, you won the lion’s share of your arguments, and you rarely stopped to relax. I don’t expect any rebuttal from you.
In the days just after you died, Bob Ryan wrote a really nice appreciation column about you, ditto Michael Gee and Kevin Cullen. Charlie Pierce’s hilarious trip down memory lane was a worthy homage. He knew you when. Unprepossessing as you always looked, your world included pretty much everyone in sports, politics, literature, music, and the field of good company.
Everyone remembers you in superlatives. They miss you in Boston. They miss you in New York City. Ireland will be missing you dearly. No one had more friends in more places than you did George. You were among the most interesting people I’ve known, a sentiment shared by others in their eulogies and remembrances. So, fairways and greens, pal, and take a lesson. I’m raisin’ a cup to you tonight, Champ. And it’s a Guinness.
My heart goes to Darcy and Teddy, Marge, and to Sarah as well, to George’s mom, Susan, whom I met a time or two, and who gave George his brains, his sense of justice, and the literature of Tennessee Williams. To his sister, Jennifer, down in Nashville, George was proud of you and your music.
Harry Lipson III, HarryShots.com
“Pied Piper” by Crispian St. Peters
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Way back in the good old 1960s, when I was growing up, there lived a lad named Crispian who was a one hit wonder. He had a big hit with “Pied Piper” and that led us to the era of Woodstock. No just kidding. But it was a big top ten hit. It is today’s HarryShots Song of the Day. Enjoy. HL

“Small Town Saturday Night” by Hal Ketchum
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Hal Ketchum was once a star in country music. Something happened or didn’t and Country Music somehow turned its back on Hal. Their loss, although I presume Hal wishes otherwise. Nevertheless, he recorded some damn fine music and “Small Town Saturday Night” (co-written by Pat Alger and Hank DeVito) is at the top of the list. If I ran Country Music or a record label, I would be walking up to Hal with a record contract in my hand. Check out today’s HarryShots Song of the Day, Hal Ketchum’s “Small Town Saturday Night.” HL



























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Ratatouille (rat-a-too-ee) is just plain fun to watch. For adults and kids alike. From Disney/Pixar studios and the creative people behind Cars and The Incredibles. Paris never looked so beautiful at night. Voicing by Patton Oswalt, Brian Dennehy, Janeane Garofolo, Peter O’Toole, Brad Garrett, among a host of others. Light, friendly, and charming, although set in a Paris restaurant’s kitchen that is anything but. As improbable as a story can get, but it’s animation, so relax take off your critic’s hat, and let yourself be entertained.


The dialogue is incredible. Val Kilmer is at his peak in his brief but unforgettable














