rorytheboy wrote:
Whoever makes these track talks should do one too many mornings, Ive been obsessing over the different versions lately.
have at it...
viewtopic.php?f=6&t=56397&hilit=one+too+many+mornings+track+talkEveryone who has ever been on stage for a time can relate to Ballad of a Thin Man.
Couple of intros to ballad of a Thin Man from a couple of shows from the 1986 tour with Petty...
Anybody out there that's misunderstood in any kind of way? Hmm, you’re a lucky bunch of people. Me, I'm misunderstood all the time. Just about everything I do is misunderstood. It gets hard you know. Sometimes even your best friends don't understand. Has that ever happened to anybody out there? Hmm, maybe once in a while, right? Well, let me tell you it's OK to be misunderstood. All anybody can do is kill you, right? All you can do is die, ain't that right? That's not such a bad thing. There's a lot of things worse than death. Is that right or not? Hmm, I don't know, maybe it's not. I guess if nobody agrees with me, maybe it's not right. I'd hate to fall out of agreement with anybody. I guess this world is run on people who are always in agreement with everybody, ain't that right? People just do what they wanna do anyway. Anyway, this is a song about somebody who's (sort of) misunderstood some of the time. For all those people out there I wanna sing this song.Feb 15...
People keep asking me questions...They’re always asking me questions that you can’t or anybody else can’t answer, you know. So, you know like “what's your political life like? Or your religious life?” Personal questions like ..., you know even about your love life. So anyway, I don't answer any of them questions. People are asking me about my songs <inaudible> You know, because there comes a time when people have to be put in their place, ain't that right? It even happens to me once in a while. And I'm glad when, when someone puts me in my place. Cause sometimes, that needs to be done. Anyway this here is a song about somebody else that I figured I just had to put in his place. I’m not sure if he’s still there. I don't even know if he got there.When I was in grad school doing the whole MFA business, I was performing one night. One of my professors came to the show with the copy of the text (Winter's Tale), sat in the front row, pencil in hand, frantically writing, and he never looked up once out of that damn script to watch--connect to--be present with what was happening on stage. I wanted to take that pencil, shove it up his ass, play him this song, and wake him up to the real people baring their souls for the top of his freakin' head.