I can't begin to express how sad this makes me. Guy Clark was simply one of the very best, a songwriter and singer of immense talent and rare honesty and humanity.
Only last week I was filling in a Songwriter's Questionnaire for Graham Reid's Elsewhere website and there was this: If you could co-write with anyone it would be... I wrote Guy Clark. I guess that's not going to happen now.
Nigel and I sing a whole bunch of Guy's songs and he's been a huge influence on my writing, specifically in the incredible ability he has to write in completely naturalistic language, just like real folk talk, and to make it simultaneously sound like poetry.
“I wish I was in Austin in the Chilli Parlour Bar
Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are”
All I can suggest is that we all get out the CDs, or dial up Spotify, and listen to Guy Clark. The Dublin Blues album is a fine place to start, though there's nothing less than wonderful in his catalogue.
So long Mr Clark. Thanks for the music.
Only last week I was filling in a Songwriter's Questionnaire for Graham Reid's Elsewhere website and there was this: If you could co-write with anyone it would be... I wrote Guy Clark. I guess that's not going to happen now.
Nigel and I sing a whole bunch of Guy's songs and he's been a huge influence on my writing, specifically in the incredible ability he has to write in completely naturalistic language, just like real folk talk, and to make it simultaneously sound like poetry.
“I wish I was in Austin in the Chilli Parlour Bar
Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are”
All I can suggest is that we all get out the CDs, or dial up Spotify, and listen to Guy Clark. The Dublin Blues album is a fine place to start, though there's nothing less than wonderful in his catalogue.
So long Mr Clark. Thanks for the music.
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