Monday, August 28, 2006

Audrey's back in town . . .


Those who have followed our Aud's singer/songwriting career will be interested to know she's back in Oz for a series of concerts and shows during September. While appearing at the 2006 Gympie Muster, Audrey was co-opted to be co-host of his Gympie Muster Special by John Nutting, of ABC Radio's Saturday Night Country. You can listen to the streaming archives of the four-hour show. Audrey's out here for a working holiday and to promote her new album, Lost Men and Angry Girls, samples of which can be heard here. Those in Sydney's Inner West will probably be best served by her appearance at the Empire Hotel in Annandale on Friday, September 8. For where she may be appearing near you, see the tour gude. (Photo by Eric Jones and blatantly stolen from Reckless Records).


You wanna be rich?

Then become a musician and sit back and wait for the royalties to flood in! Oh yeah! This story from the Chicago Tribune just proves the old story of what's old is new again. So, if your cheques have been a bit slow or your old stock seems to be glued to the shelves, have a read through and discover you're not alone.

He Stopped Loving Her Today . . .



A fascinating and detailed look at the origins and eventual recording of this George Jones classic. Have a listen to the two clips below to hear how the song was over-produced to within a groove of absurdity (in the humble opinion of the author, of course!) compared to the simple and heartfelt original ballad written by Bobby Braddock and Curly Putnam. The first of the clips is the demo version sung by Braddock (pictured right). The second (fully "blown") version is, of course, the much-touted hit by Jones (unfortunately, until I learn how to present them otherwise, you'll have to download the files from yousendit). The story mentions how the song took 18 months to record and Jones' retort to the producer, Billy Sherrill, the day the track was finally put to bed: “I looked Billy square in the eye and said, ‘Nobody will buy that morbid son of a bitch.’ Then I marched out the studio door.”



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