RIP John Stewart

[Football_Bat]

No, not that Jon Stewart.

Former member of the Kingston Trio. Wrote "Daydream Believer" and had a brief solo career in the early 80s during which he collaborated with Stevie Nicks.

http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5jGO97U870NfzEZkeXyVuAM1i7vAAD8U9I8C00

Those three-bedroom apartments in the sky are getting damn short in supply this week.

 

[Fenian_Bastard]

Collaborating with Ms. Nicks is enough for one lifetime.

 

[Mike_Sielski]

One of the greatest and most underrated songwriters in American music history. In 1992, when I was a junior in high school, my dad took me to see Stewart in concert at, of all places, the Penn State-Delaware County campus library. There were 150 people there, maybe. I got to meet him before the concert began. The gentleman who introduced him stepped out on the makeshift stage and said, "To those of you who have never seen John Stewart in concert before, welcome to the cult."

If you're unfamiliar with his work, I recommend the song "Mother Country." If you can listen to it without welling up, you're stronger than I am.

RIP.

 

[Huggy]

Is he the John Stewart who did "Gold"? Awful song....

 

[Fenian_Bastard]

Is that the one with the late Dan Fogelberg?
The music clubs of heaven are full of fail tonight.

 

[steveu]

Football, I think liberals everywhere clutched their chests this morning when they saw this headline.

Huggy, why no love for "Gold"? Wasn't a bad song at all and it had Stevie Nicks as a backup singer. To each his own, I guess.

Anyhow, these RIP threads are getting depressing. Sam the butcher, Emily Hartley and now the Kingston Trio's lead singer. Sheesh.

 

[Fenian_Bastard]

I am sorry that RIP threads tend to involve dead people.
We'll work on that.

 

[Duane Postum]

Hey, he was a big deal. Mike, you got it right. Superb songwriter. Ever hear "Runaway Train" by Rosanne Cash? "Mother Country" is profoundly moving.

Very sad.

 

[Johnny Dangerously]

One of my favorites, performed by Stewart and Lindsey Buckingham:

"Is it wrong to be so much in love with a girl
That you can't tell her voice from the spinning of the world?"

 

[patchs]

My brother-in-law saw him live a couple of times, he liked him a lot.
I told him about it in church this morning, it really bummed him out.
And Huggy, sorry, I like "Gold."
Another good song of Stewart's was "Lost Her in the Sun."

 

[mike311gd]

I just hope nothing happens to Louis Black or Steven Colbert.

 

[Mike_Sielski]

Huggy,

"Gold" is perhaps the best known song that Stewart wrote and released, which is a shame, because it's not nearly the best song on the "Bombs Away Dream Babies" album and certainly not his best overall. His version of "Daydream Believer" isn't nearly as sugary as the Monkees made it out to be, and "Runaway Train," "California Bloodlines," "Mother Country," "The Queen of Hollywood High," "Kansas," "Little Road and a Stone to Roll" and "The American Way" (just to name a few) embody the best of folk-rock. And that doesn't include what he did with the Kingston Trio.

Cheers,

Mike

 

[steveu]

I am sorry that RIP threads tend to involve dead people.
We'll work on that.

Now, now... let's not start making them up... lol

 

[Smasher_Sloan]

That's sad. Monkees changed one word of "Daydream Believer" and changed the whole meaning of the song. He wrote, "Now you know how funky I can be" and they sang, "Now you know how happy I can be."

He continued to perform the real version in clubs for 50 people while their version was all over radio for millions to hear.

Sleepy Jean is sad tonight.

 

[forever_town]

I guess those dreams are no longer flying in the midnight wind.

RIP John.

 

[JackyJackBN]

The Kingston Trio used to visit Japan. They always stayed at the Yoyokaku Inn, where a guy named Den Okochi (pronounced Den O'Coach) was the innkeeper. Good guys all.

"Where Have All the Flowers Gone" brought a message to millions of people who hadn't listened to it before. Might be suitable to listen to it now.

RIP

 

[Bubbler]

Is that the one with the late Dan Fogelberg?
The music clubs of heaven are full of fail tonight.

Fen's neverending quest to dis Dan Fogleberg warms the cockles of my heart and the diodes of my Fogelberg-less iPod.

As for John Stewart, I'm sure he was a great guy, great writer and all. And I'm not hip to the Kingston Trio aside from Where Have All The Flowers Gone?, nor I do I ever want to be, but the aforementioned Gold is unspeakably horrid. Perhaps one of the worst singles of all-time.

I react to it as I would if someone deliberately farted at me. It goes beyond annoyance to mild disgust. I don't give a **** about when the light's go down in a California town, especially when its sung like Hugh Downs after he just got racked in the nuts.

And Stevie Nicks as a background singer is no distinction. I think she sang back-up vocals for every artist who recorded in Southern California from 1977-1982. My theory is that she had access to a Shangri-La-like stash of uncut blow. Tom Petty and Don Henley, come running!

For crissakes, she sang backup for Kenny Loggins on the insipid Whenever I Call You Friend, another song that repulses me to no end.

Everytime I hear that piece of ****, the image in my mind is of two 50-something, ex-hippie wannabes burnouts who've gone five Red, White & Blue's over the line in their single-wide trailer with a tattered US Festival '83 banner covering their shattered back window underneath some Dutch Elm diseased tree on the edge of town.

After a romantic night lit by a bonfire stoked by Weekly Word News back copies and Soap Opera Digest, they start the l'amour off right with Easy Cheez body shots on their morbidly obese bodies, then proceed to bone their brains out like there's no tomorrow. Gray, Easy Cheese-stained beard hair and ass cellulite fly around with abandon. After the love is gone, they bathe serenely to the strains of Molly Hatchet's Flirtin' With Disaster.

That's what Whenever I Call You Friend reminds me of.

Sorry I got off topic. With respect to John Stewart's fans, RIP.

 

[dooley_womack1]

To me, Gold was forgettable late 70s Cali rock. Don't know his version of Daydream Believer, but the song was perfectly suited to Davy Jones' voice. "Funky"? Why that word? I don't even know what that would mean in context with the rest of the song.

 

[Football_Bat]

What, no mention of the Anne Murray version from our northern cousins et cousines?

 

[Duane Postum]

Is that the one with the late Dan Fogelberg?
The music clubs of heaven are full of fail tonight.

Fen's neverending quest to dis Dan Fogleberg warms the cockles of my heart and the diodes of my Fogelberg-less iPod.

As for John Stewart, I'm sure he was a great guy, great writer and all. And I'm not hip to the Kingston Trio aside from Where Have All The Flowers Gone?, nor I do I ever want to be, but the aforementioned Gold is unspeakably horrid. Perhaps one of the worst singles of all-time.

I react to it as I would if someone deliberately farted at me. It goes beyond annoyance to mild disgust. I don't give a **** about when the light's go down in a California town, especially when its sung like Hugh Downs after he just got racked in the nuts.

And Stevie Nicks as a background singer is no distinction. I think she sang back-up vocals for every artist who recorded in Southern California from 1977-1982. My theory is that she had access to a Shangri-La-like stash of uncut blow. Tom Petty and Don Henley, come running!

For crissakes, she sang backup for Kenny Loggins on the insipid Whenever I Call You Friend, another song that repulses me to no end.

Everytime I hear that piece of ****, the image in my mind is of two 50-something, ex-hippie wannabes burnouts who've gone five Red, White & Blue's over the line in their single-wide trailer with a tattered US Festival '83 banner covering their shattered back window underneath some Dutch Elm diseased tree on the edge of town.

After a romantic night lit by a bonfire stoked by Weekly Word News back copies and Soap Opera Digest, they start the l'amour off right with Easy Cheez body shots on their morbidly obese bodies, then proceed to bone their brains out like there's no tomorrow. Gray, Easy Cheese-stained beard hair and ass cellulite fly around with abandon. After the love is gone, they bathe serenely to the strains of Molly Hatchet's Flirtin' With Disaster.

That's what Whenever I Call You Friend reminds me of.

Sorry I got off topic. With respect to John Stewart's fans, RIP.

That's exactly the way I feel about the Doobies' "Black Water."