For the last few weeks I've been obsessed with Justin Townes Earle's "Harlem River Blues," which is about as close to a come-to-Jesus moment as I've ever had with a song. Not because of the lyrics, which are ultimately about suicide, but just in that it's so exubrant and whole and uplifting and spiritually fulfulling that I tremble whenever I hear it. I want to put it on a mix tape and send it to Walton Goggins and tell him I think of Boyd Crowder whenever I hear it in hopes that he likes to too. I have become a disciple of JTE.
. . . . despite the fact that he looks like an Irvine Welsh character
So he was performing at Foothills last night and for twenty bucks, I had to go. Thor went too, and we both sat in revered silence while he played. I'm still new to his music, so I didn't know most of his songs, and although he played "Harlem River Blues" and my heart palpatated and I actually trembled, I was sad that he didn't play "Can't Hardly Wait," as he's been known to do.
But he officially won my heart when some drunk guy yelled "Play John Prine!" and he yelled back "Don't tell me what to do!" I want to marry him.
Also, I got Harlem River Blues on vinyl, and he signed it. It's the only signed record in my collection.