Taylor Joiner – Gorgeous Friend

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In the late 90’s I got myself a harmonica and took it down into my basement apartment and wrote this song in no time flat. From that point on I brought a harmonica to gigs, still do, even when I have no plan to play this song, even though it’s pretty much the only song I’ve ever played the harmonica on. Eventually, in Nashville, the talented Mr. Joe Bidewell took over the harp duties as can be heard on “Glorious Glorious” and “Olives and Oil.” But, much like in this song, I digress…

Continental Divide

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β€œOh my God I’m lonely; and I packed EVERYTHING for this trip. Camping supplies, board games to play with the people I met, even an extra pillow. Like Noah’s arc I brought two of everything. A magic number. Two is really One. Up/Down, In/Out, you get the picture. And why shouldn’t I bring two of everything? Aren’t there legions of kids – high school graduates on soul finding missions – traveling the country in a beat-up station wagon with just enough money for gas and crackers? Once I found them I’d be saved. God, they would love me, that much I knew. And my demo tape. That demo tape would let them know I was talented enough to eat. Of course, I was coming from the DIY town of Athens, GA, it was 1997, and, contrary to what I would have thought at the time, DIY was not as cool to the rabble as it was to my creative friends in Athens. Where I would hear pioneering honesty in improv lyric-writing, the waitresses from Pumpkin Center, Alabama heard a guy who was banging on his guitar and screeching into the mic about an Aluminum Girlfriend. It was never difficult to get them to listen (I carried headphones with me wherever I went.) β€œThat’s nice honey. You gonna have anymore coffee or you ready for the check?” The hard part was turning that into a game of checkers and a place to sleep. 

I’d made it as far as Colorado and the Continental Divide. Now my rain ran into another ocean. I was making progress.

Taylor Joiner – Fallen

Just another one of the Fallen

Here is the second performance in “The Canon” series. I wrote this one around 1998 in the basement of a house I lived in on Pine Needle in Athens, GA. It appears here on the album “Knee Deep” in all of its full band-ness but I’m partial to the acoustic version. Thanks for listening!