Today I had Cypress Grove from Ramblin' Jeffrey Lee, tell me that my piece titled "Mother of Earth" written about Jeffrey Lee himself, touched him and he thought it was beautiful.
I'm in no way trying to brag or anything, but this left me just about speechless. Having someone who worked and toured with Jeffrey for the very last years of his life and on top of that who I admire anyway, tell me that was just totally awe-inspiring.
He's even willing to do an interview for a newish magazine a couple of friends and I have, titled Swampland.
speaking of which, please check it out, i'd appreciate it.
and we're on myspace too if you feel so inclined.
so far we have interviews on it from the likes of:
Sons of Perdition, Munly & the Lee Lewis Harlots, the Guilty Hearts, Sioux City Pete & the Beggars, Sour Jazz and more.
I wrote this a while ago about a month before the 10th anniversary of Jeffrey's passing, thought i'd post it here since this community seems to have come to a halt.
“Go tell the mountain,” is all he spoke. The mountain was where savage met serene, it had a quiet beauty all its own that stretched for mile after mile. Trees and other vegetation sprawled over the land, grabbing, reaching, clinging. The sun was so bright it seemed to touch every corner of dark that it could possibly find. A breeze shook over the trees with such a brilliant subtlety that it was hardly even noticeable.
His voice was a soft flutter of melody, serene like the mountain itself. Standing upon a rock, his golden blonde hair radiated in the breeze as the rays of the sun swirled it through its fingers. He wore a jacket of dark blue. It eased its way down his thighs with buttons gleaming in the sun, as the rays, too, reached out to cover their darkness. A pair of worn, faded jeans led their way to boots, once black but now masked in earth. His eyes, deep and arcane, gazed off into the distance. Smoke bellowed from a near by house and slowly dissipated as if the fresh air had swallowed it whole, twirling around before giving in to its final surrender. The wind suddenly picked up as if it were attempting to whisper.
His eyes fluttered softly with an unspoken understanding between cities and the earth that they stood on. He followed his roots, like the strings of a guitar, playing a song of such love and desperation. One could tell he had dreams embedded within, full of such melancholy beauty. His name was Shaku Chi Ken, follower of Buddha, with wisdom and vision. He was there to give up the sun.
I don't want this comm. to be dead.
what's your favorite Gun Club or (ramblin') Jeffrey Lee song?
I have several but I will ALWAYS love Mother of Earth.
I know none of this really pertains to anyone here because none of you obviously even live in the area to of been able to go to last nights show but it was really all so exciting for me that I just have to write about my night!
Last night at the Jeffrey Lee Pierce memorial, I met Jacqui Pierce, she was a total sweetheart.
Each band played great sets and each did their own covers of several Gun Club songs.
Then the last band that came out was my friend, Edgar's band, the Guilty Hearts, on stage with them was one of Jeffrey's jackets, you know the one that he's wearing in the picture for this comm's background? I simply asked my friend if I could touch it because I am just that much of a fan ad he said' "yes" then all of the sudden I was up there with them singing Gun Club covers left and right, I even sang with Jacqui! and Gabe Hart of the Starvations! It was SO surreal and amazing to me.
They also were handing out some Gun Club 12" with "Walkin' with the Beast" and "Secret Fires" on it, which I got one of.
Jacqui also dj'ed a great set courtesy of Jeffrey's collection.
I drank some good whiskey and all around it was a great night.
R.I.P. ol' Jeffrey Lee, you're surely missed.