Friday, September 11, 2009
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hi. this is phillips. i am phill. you are not. but i am.
har har har, as uncle john fahey would say.
(jawn, when he was blind joe death.)
but anyway, he actually grew up near me.
thirty years earlier, but near me.
i grew up on the edge of the country and the stripmall.
right after i dropped acid for the first time, the stripmall took over and the landscape changed.
and the people seemed different, too. maybe not always in a good way.
so i left.
i might have vowed never to return.
i had already been out to montana and lived with the blackfeet indians.
i infiltrated their confederacy, as it were.
so i went back to the reservation.
but i was in vermont, too.
in burlington on the streets, eating every day at the sally-ann at 5 o'clock with dempsy, who was a good bum and taught me a lot.
i was also down in chester, vermont, on some land getting drunk with a poet who used a chainsaw with one hand.
i was all over.
foley beach, living with palm readers and surfers; playing the dock-workers bars at the end of the graveyard shift.
it was fun.
best bar fight i ever saw was in charleston, SC, between a frat gang and a sailor gang. a sailor got thrown out the window and a frat boy lost his eye. this happened during my solo on "me and bobby mcgee."
i went to colorado, nashville, the west coast. got stranded in vegas and got arrested by navajos in gallup, NM.
so i went over to england and built guitars for a while.
i came back to new england and learned how to play clawhammer banjo.
i lived in heath, MA in a cabin with no running water and an outhouse. i would watch coyotes migrating at night.
i spend a lot of time in sand mountain, alabama, learing how to sing shape-notes out of 'the sacred harp.'
then i moved to knoxville, where i sold guitars. then back up to vermont, where i worked construction and wrote.
then i teamed up with a guy and we formed a band and hit the road and didn't really stop for four years.
i didn't live anywhere for a while. we bought an ambulance at auction for $500 and i slept there.
rented a room in portland, oregon.
still working the road, i then moved to western canada.
had a manager and a booking agent and records out and stuff.
then that band fell apart.
so i moved back to DC and started performing as "stripmall ballads."
i just thought it was a proper descriptor for the kind of songs i wrote.
wouldn't you agree?
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