For those of us who live in the city - whatever city that may be - this song holds special resonance for urban grief. And for those of us lucky country dwellers, if you're so inclined please do give it a listen as well. This recording is from this current hard, feet-draggin' week. Recorded on tape with producer, guitarist and friend of mine Sam Nuñez in Williamsburg Brooklyn, originally this song was written by Richard Tucker and popularized in the blues style of the one and only Karen Dalton. Does this recording speak to your grief? I would be keen to hear your thoughts. 🌆

Shame speaks, telling me as of late that I am imposter: Imposter, without a single feather in my cap Imposter, cursed with an essential lack Imposter, lazy right down to the bones Imposter, better off sad and alone Yet, I hereby declare my Shame to be mistaken. Its dreary view of me is completely off-base. I'm not goin to the gutter where it wants me to dwell! How is your conversation goin with your own Shame? ✒️

"For Sun and Rain, for Grass and Grain, for All who Toil, on Sea and Soil, so that We May Eat this Daily Food, We Give Our Loving Thanks Dear Earth"

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