Or the Aoife O’Donvan Time Warp Tour Dave Douglas sent around to his mailing list a version of exquisite Barbara Allenism, with Aoife O’Donvan, the singer from Bluegrass band escaping Crooked Still, she’s neither. it’s doesn’t ring true like something in my bone, in the lew welch sense, but the title rings a bell and the style does. Maybe I heard it in some movie? Also, I did peak at the Frank Turner version but didn’t stay, the first time I noticed the link. By the way, it does not seem to be on ITunes by Apple, tho other words by A’Od thar they blow.

I was going to listen to next one or nine other versions: Joan Baez, Pete Seeger, Frank Turner, John Travolta, Dolly Parton – -I thought of sending this to AJ Lee of Blue Summit — Norah Jones with Billie Joe from Green Day, Art Garfunkel, Everly Brothers, Colin Meloy — from the Live album which someone comped me at NPR SXSW in 2009 — or maybe I was going to contrast “Barbara Ann” with Itunes helpful suggestion “Barbara Ann” but then something weird and Plastic Altan happened, my laptop started playing KC Moan by Memphis Jug Band.

One is quaint and historical and the other exquisite. Maybe it’s randomness or AI or Russian hackers — Wired says that anyone who ever ran for public office is being stalker cyberly by the Ruskies — or maybe there’s wisdom and order since one of the few things I have ever downloaded to my now-defunct Apple lap top is Harry Smith, the famous anthology of 50 years ago catching songs from 100 years ago or so. Whereas my phone now has 3,000 songs — I pay $10 per month but I am still waiting for the sticker shock bill for $3,019.
Then even weirdlier I hear my own laugh over my subvocalize pecking away at the keyboard — another thing on here are my own imports about 10 fiels from my cellphone to my blog, including 30 minutes of Patricia Barber in Occidental, CA and I laugh at her intro*. For the record I don’t beleive her yard that she was blackballed by Clear Channel for being smart or funny or gay — it’s just not their tea, sis.

I still don’t know the story of Dave Douglas and Aiofe O’Donvan – is she guesting on his session or he playing on hers?
I came to hear his conversation with Aubrey Johnson — tho even that I digressed into trying to reach out to my hookup from my Deadhead days,I was adjunct member of something called AWBY.

Dave Douglas with a bluegrass singer is like chamber jazz for blue grass.
Chamber grass?

Memphis Jug Band is vernacular music, the old weird America that Bob Dylan or Greil Marcus speak of. Also: I ran thru Coen Brothers Inside Llewyn Davis again and now want to hang with the dude – -I almost wrote Hagan with the Dude — because that is Kenny Rogers checking what condition our condition is in.
Or as Faulkner famously said: Man will not only cough, he will produce. *My Frere Lady