tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171012458828071798.post7761570692210131592..comments2024-01-06T00:10:19.339-05:00Comments on I estivate, therefore I am: Gentle on My Mind, John Hartford (1967)wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06899889818724088564noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171012458828071798.post-63987742390373168032009-10-19T08:38:18.528-04:002009-10-19T08:38:18.528-04:00clogging?clogging?Norrin2https://www.blogger.com/profile/08556797281238202366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1171012458828071798.post-30007995267205667102009-10-18T23:53:19.046-04:002009-10-18T23:53:19.046-04:00Hey, thanks for the plug, Wendy. I do love this s...Hey, thanks for the plug, Wendy. I do love this song. I think of it and ""City of New Orleans" as the two quintessentially "American" songs of the past 50 years. They're both entirely in the American dialect and speech rhythm. That's an interesting quote from Hartford--I'd never seen it and am glad you found it. The rush of words somehow invokes Whitman and Wolfe and just the torrent of American experience. My favorite line (though the song is really just one long line) is the one invoking "the wheatfields and the clotheslines and the junkyards and the highways." There's so much space invoked there. This guy has probably ridden the City of New Orleans and the Wabash Cannonball too.Wadehttp://www.nutcrackerbuck.comnoreply@blogger.com