“Souvenirs” (LIVE) by John Prine and Steve Goodman

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John is one of the best songwriters of a generation. Many folks put him in the same general category as Bob Dylan. I’ll be including a fair share of John’s music, over time, here at HarryShots.
“Souvenirs” was co-written by John and the late, and truly great Steve Goodman (who was probably the best solo acoustic performer I ever saw). He was excited and he wore his heart on his guitar, so to speak. Steve Goodman was this little ball of energy and jubilation. To see him in concert was a memory maker. We lost Steve Goodman some years ago, in the prime of his life. It is one of the great tragedies of Americana/folk music. I think he is mourned to this day. By the way, if you aren’t familiar with Steve, he wrote “City of New Orleans.” That guy. Genius. Incredible guitar player too.
Back for a moment to John Prine. Genius also. His nonchalance and goofy mood is disarming. He’ a good man too. I produced John in several concerts, in and around Boston, and he is funny and cool to hang with.
Two boys from the Midwest, both with Chicago roots. Two of our great writers. Two of our great artists. Here they are with “Souvenirs,” a heartbreaking and heartwarming song of nostalgia. Slice of Life. Listen and learn. There are not a lot of Prine/Goodman recordings and it just does a heart good to listen to John and Steve together. Wish we had more of that. Oh Boy. HL
“CALLING TRAINS”
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INTRODUCTION TO THE SONG: I’d like to say thanks to a friend of mine. This song, “Calling Trains” is on one of his many record albums, and it is his photo and album cover that you see down below. He was the real Dos Equis guy. Bruce Phillips (1935 – 2008) was his name, and he was in the running for the most interesting man in the world. ”Utah” was the name he answered to. His nom de guerre was U. Utah Phillips.
In this little adventure, Utah was my personal tour guide at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, on a day, just months before the Gardner Museum was robbed in what was, and remains, the biggest art theft in American history. That is all I have to say on the subject of robbery until they up the reward, wink wink. I’m kidding.
There are individuals and there are INDIVIDUALS. Bruce Phillips was the latter. Ask anyone who knew him, and plenty did. He had merriment in his eyes and a benevolent aura about him. His hair and beard were snow white. He wore a flannel shirt and painters overalls.
Utah Phillips was a less well known American icon, a railroad man, a hobo, a gandydancer, a writer and performer, a Wobbly, a pain in the ass to conservatives and bosses, and a people person of the highest order. Utah got paid to travel the world and sing songs, and tell his always hilarious stories. He was far more of a story teller than a song singer.
On this particular day, at the Gardner Museum, Utah Phillips was piss full of vinegar and details about Rembrandt this and Rembrandt that. He morphed into a museum tour guide, as versed as if he worked there.
Bruce was telling me exactly how many self portraits Rembrandt had painted as we stepped into the beautiful home of the late Isabella Stewart Gardner, a 19th century Patron of the Arts, who would eventually own one of the great private art collections in the world. It is now a museum in Boston’s Back Bay.
Utah pointed out a small painting on the wall to the right and blurted, “Ah, the ‘Storm on the Sea of Galilee.’ Harry did you know that Rembrandt painted himself into this very painting. Look in the lifeboat, right there. It’s Ol’ van Rijn himself.”
About a half hour earlier, Utah and I had been at a nearby conference and the proceedings were sliding downhill into Pedantics 101. He got my attention, gave me a thumb sign, and motioned toward the door, with a jerk of his head. I had no idea where we were going. He obviously did and it was off to the Gardner Museum.
THE SONG ITSELF
As mentioned above, this is about a song that appeared on one of his many records. He didn’t sing the song. We don’t know who did. It is titled “Calling Trains” and it is all of 46 seconds long. It is spoken word.
It is a chant by an unidentified gentleman, inside the Union Railroad Station in New Orleans, circa 1935 give or take five years, announcing the departure of the City of New Orleans passenger train bound, eventually, for Chicago.
This is not an express train to say the least. It is the Local, making stop after stop (forty in all) as it rolls north
from New Orleans toward Chicago, through Louisiana, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky, and Illinois. “Calling Trains” calls out each of the forty scheduled stops the City of New Orleans was scheduled to make on its journey. The recording is from the Library of Congress.

When I listened, at first, I couldn’t decipher much of what was being said. But I stayed with it, trying to understand the whole “call from start to finish. After studying old railroad maps and Mississippi atlases, I have a written complete precise translation of the “call.” Absolutely correct. Guaranteed or your money back.
As the gentleman is calling out for passengers to board the train on track four, you can probably pick up some of what he say on first listen. After you hear it a few times take a look at the transliteration below and then listen again as you read along. I think it is pretty cool. And it is historic as well.
So enjoy the listen. However, I still need some help with the transcription. If you can figure out the last three words spoken, you will get credit for doing so in this post. It sounds to me like SAL A MATOO. Obviously, that is not English. He may be saying “That’s all of my tune” It has me stumped. So if you have any idea, please let me know
HERE ARE THE LYRICS, which are absolutely spot on except for the last line.
“CALLING TRAINS”
transcription by Harry Lipson III
“ALL UP FOR ILLINOIS CENTRAL, LULING, PONCHATOULA, HAMMOND, AMITE, INDEPENDENCE, FLUKER, KENWOOD,
OSYKA, MAGNOLIA and MCCOMB, BROOKHAVEN, WESSON, HAZELHURST, CRYSTAL SPRINGS. TERRY, BYRAM, to JACKSON, to
TOUGALOO, RIDGELAND, LUX, and MADISON, CANTON, VAUGHN, PICKENS, GOODMAN, DURANT, WINONA,
GRENADA, SARDIS, MEMPHIS, DYERSBURG, FULTON, to CAIRO, CARBONDALE, Centralia, Effingham, Mattoon, Champaign,
Kankakee, and Chicago. Train on Track Four. Sal a matoo.”
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A LITTLE BACKGROUND INFO ABOUT THE CITY OF NEW ORLEANS AND THE ROUTE IT TRACED:
I found it a nice coincidence that one of the forty en-route stops for the The City of New Orleans was in Goodman, MS, given that Steve Goodman wrote the Grammy award winning song about this famous train.
One of the mysteries, to me, is why the gentlemen calls out “Lux”, Mississippi as one of the train stops. The train rolls along the Illinois Central Railroad tracks and Lux was located northwest of Hattiesburg and southeast of Jackson. It was many miles away from the railroad line, no where near it in fact. I have looked at original Mississippi railroad maps and old state maps and you won’t find Lux anywhere near the tracks. To add to this mystery, Lux disappeared and is no longer found on maps after a certain date prior to 1950. . Could the gentlemen have been from Lux and wanted to give a shout out to his hometown? We will never know how Lux makes the list of train stops, for sure the City of New Orleans never once stopped in Lux.
Deciphering the audio was initially challenging. I misunderstood the gentleman at numerous points, but eventually it became clearer to me. Mapping and repeated listening ultimately solved the puzzle of the lyrics.
“Luling” was initially difficult for me to ascertain what he was saying. I found Luling on an old map right on the train line.
“Amite” was another that took additional time to understand and transcribe.
“Terry” and “Byram” were initially tough to determine. I thought he was saying
“Cairo bound for Jackson”. If you listen to it, you might hear him say that too.
I also had trouble understanding an earlier portion that I thought was “Westhaven”. But there is no Westhaven MS. It was “Wesson”, “Hazelhurst”.
And as mentioned previously I am unable to understand the last three words that are spoken which sound like “Sal A Matoo.” ANY THOUGHTS ?
Vaughn, MS, one of the forty stops along the line in “Calling Trains,” is oft forgotten as the place where famous railroading “disaster” occurred in 1900.
It was near Vaughn that Casey Jones, veteran Illinois Central conductor, died, the only fatality in that accident, (Casey was at fault for rear ending a freight train) forever immortalized in song. Listen and enjoy and try to catch the words (you can follow along with my transcription above).
Harry Lipson III @ HarryShots.com
“Hard Times” by Jacob Sweet
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Good ol’ Stephen Foster keeps on flowing and “Hard Times” is just one of his many truly good songs. If they gave posthumous Nobels in music, he would be in line for a trip to Oslo. Bob Dylan and Jerry Garcia (he’d come back for this) would give speeches on his behalf.
Always plain spoken, sparse, and deeply sweet and respectful, Foster was America’s first great songwriter of note. I see him up there with Sam Clemens, himself a sure fire Nobelist in literature, as long as we are handing them out posthumously at HarryShots.
“Hard Times” has been recorded by a long list of fine folks; today I thought I would choose someone less well known - Jacob Sweet, who lives in Chicago, is a folksinger, and teaches at the Old Town School of Folk Music. Can you say Steve Goodman (he’d be in Oslo to sing to Stephen Foster), John Prine, Bonnie Koloc, and Studs Terkel (He’d deliver the Clemens speech, along with Will Rogers).
Enjoy Jacob Sweet with “Hard Times,” our song of the day. HL
“My Old Man” by Rosanna Goodman
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When I remember Steve Goodman, I think of the finest solo acoustic stage performer that I ever saw. He was so in touch with himself and his audience. Steve was naturally funny, even with a poignant story or song to sing. And he was among the finest guitarists that I ever saw in person. Tragically, Steve died in 1984 after a long battle with leukemia (He would occasionally refer to himself as “Cool Hand Leuk”). The night Steve died, I was on the phone with Monteray Peninsula Artists, Steve’s booking agency, talking to Paul Goldman with some dates that I was hoping that Steve might play for FolkTree, my concert company. I will never forget Paul Goldman saying that Steve had died about twenty minutes earlier in a Seattle hospital.
I have a sweet spot in my heart for Steve Goodman. He wrote great songs, co-wrote many great songs, was such a crackerjack performer, and his albums were stellar. A lifelong Chicago Cubs fan, Steve’s ashes were scattered (as was his wish in one of his songs) at Wrigley Field. When the Cubbies someday win the World Series, I will be thinking, first and foremost, about Steve Goodman. And I won’t be alone.
The first time I saw Steve Goodman perform, he was the opening act for Emmylou Harris back in 1975 in Birmingham, Alabama. The house lights went down and a little sprite of a guy wearing a white collarless shirt and blue bib overalls bops out on stage, sits down and begins to play amazing guitar and sing. He doesn’t introduce himself, just starts into his first song. He was not introduced to the audience, his name was not in the show advertising nor on the tickets, so none of us in the crowd had any idea who we were listening to. That included me, until he mentioned his father, Joseph, and I realized who he was. Suffice it to say that Emmylou (I always refer to her as EmmisLou) was great as always, and I love her, but what I remember over three decades later is Stevie Goodman and the one man show he was.
So today, it is Steve’s daughter, Rosanna, who sings the song about her grandfather; a song that her father wrote about his father. “My Old Man” is a beautiful song and Rosanna puts her heart into it. Bravo, Rosanna. 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





