Slow Turning

Went to Dan Electro's Guitar Bar tonight to see this singer/songwriter Dan Bern play there. He had another musician with him, a Mr. Coon, who played -- get this -- a cellocaster. CELLOCASTER! This is the instrument I want played in my vicinity more often. It was great.

Anyway, Dan Bern was totally entertaining. Good lyrics. Lots of Bob Dylan echoes, but as my friend Jason says, "that's totally appropriate because Bob Dylan ripped off all his shit, too." Which is true, of course.

It's been so long since I've seen live music and, well, JESUS I used to play live music in Dan Electro's Bar. SHit. I've come so far....

Anyway, seeing Dan Bern reminded me a little bit of when I lived in Los Angeles and would go to McCabe's Guitar store on Pico Blvd. to see John Hiatt. John Hiatt was something I was loving back then when I lived in Los Angeles. A long time ago.

SLOW TURNING
by John Hiatt

When I was a boy,

I thought it just came to ya'

But I never could tell what's mine

So it didn't matter anyway



My only pride and joy

Was this racket down here

Bangin' on an old guitar

And singin' what I had to say



I always thought our house was haunted

But nobody said boo to me

I never did get what I wanted

Now I get what I need



CHORUS:

It's been a slow turnin'

From the inside out

A slow turnin'

But you come about



Slow learnin'

But you learn to sway

A slow turnin' baby

Not fade away



Now I'm in my car

I got the radio on

I'm yellin' at the kids in the back seat

'Cause they're bangin' like Charlie Watts



You think you've come so far

In this one horse town

Then she's laughin' that crazy laugh

'Cause you haven't left the parkin' lot



Time is short and here's the damn thing about it

You're gonna die, gonna die for sure

And you can learn to live with love or without it

But there ain't no cure



There's just a...



REPEAT CHORUS