Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one. / All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.
Going to leave this brokedown palace, / On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll. / Make myself a bed in the waterside, / In my time, I will roll, roll roll.
In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside I will lay my head. / Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
We lost Robert Hunter this week. It’s nuts to say he was an underrated songwriter—I don’t know if there is a more fanatical fanbase than the Grateful Dead, but for me it wasn’t that Hunter was the greatest songwriter or that I’m a Deadhead in mourning.
What got my Idelic brain motoring about this week’s hour of songs was that Hunter was a poet at a time when great poets united with magnificent troubadours. As fortune would have it, Hunter met Garcia, the banjo man from Menlo Park. The two closely follow in the footsteps of Bob Dylan; writing meaningful words put to music.
It’s crazy to think that this style of songwriting is no longer the main focus of today’s modern songwriters. It appears we live in a world where mobile phone jingles rival “Idelic tunes.” No matter, we’re gonna take a long drive this weekend and listen to The Idelic Hour and all of our favorite singing poets to “rock our souls!”
Stay cool and happy. XO
Idelic Single of the Week: The Big Moon – Your Light
