Preparations under way for my annual gig. This year I am playing at the new Tynemill Pub The Cricketers Rest on the Mayhem Bill with Frankie Vacuum and Paul Carbuncle…..earlier I at the Miner’s Return Micropub..looking forward to it.
As my planned release of Trailer’s Latest ‘Chalk Pit Rattle’ been undermined by events I will be taking some very rare Suit of Nettles along as product instead.
As my desktop above shows I also sketching out my next project which I hope will be a CD/tape and graphic novel work based around my more sensitive songwriting rather than Trailer’s raucous ribaldry…
So expect sensitive at Miner’s Rest..i.e. me and my arsey alter-ego (safely deceased since 2001) at the Cricketers on the Barmy Bill.
See you there…
Shaun Belcher the Songwriter and his alter-ego playing Kimberley Jam. Belcher at Miner’s rest 7-8pm playing through the lost classic ‘Suit of Nettles’ and then Trailer’s ‘Chalk Pit Rattle’ set at Mayhem at the Cricketers 8.30-9pm…
Well my mother’s father and my uncle were both truck drivers all their lives but I don’t drive which kind of sad considering how many times driving features in my songs!
I imagined it as a kind of folkier version of ‘Return to Sender’!
The last lines are a straight cop of a Raymond Carver idea in his wonderful poem (Deschutes River) where he ends up trying to disentangle a snagged fishing line and then drops the line about his wife in another man’s bed…..pure class..so now you know….
This track was performed wonderfully by Ronny Elliott in a Johnny Cash manner on Moon Over The Downs disc. That has become the definitive version but here my original.
An important track for the reason that it started the whole ‘Trailer Star’ concept. The tale of a down and out singing from a mobile home idea is down to this song.
At the time I was just trying to copy typical americana tropes of a letter home and for some reason there some Everley Brothers in the mix.
The Devil’s Address
I’m in heaven that’s what the sign says
This bar’s more like hell, everything painted red
Every once in a while a truck goes by headed north
Headlights flashing across these smoky walls
If you want to find me
Post a letter to ‘Happiness’
Mark it care of the devil’s address
I started driftin’ when I couldn’t pay the rent
That mobile home was more like a shed
I spent every winter watching the rain
Turn that gravel path into a lake
Now I’m fine and dandy but I’m all alone
Just me and the sparkle of the tarmac road
Thousand miles behind me, wife’s in another man’s bed
Thousand miles ahead before I’ll ever rest
Part of Nottingham’s contribution to the ‘We Shall Overcome’ (WSO) series of events, all locally organised and supporting local causes helping those affected by austerity. Artists are playing for free so all proceeds from ticket sales and donations go towards supporting a great cause. More info on WSO here: https://weshallovercomeweekend.com/
All proceeds from this event will go to Himmah, a grass roots community organisation – including food bank – that provides support to individuals and families in need. More info: http://www.himmah.org/
Back in March I confidently decided I would produce a new album in a month..then it was two months..then it was by the Kimberely Jam which is this Saturday. I fully intended to also make some cassette versions and will still try BUT it looking like a tall order with three days to go. Like the previous post life has got in the way and not all of it good life….
However here the tracks I done as demos on soundcloud and we will see if can add a few before Kimberley.
It might be a Chalk Pit Rattle but it ain’t Trailer’s death rattle..not yet anyway.
To celebrate tonight’s news here the background to the track…here the original slip of paper I wrote it on….plus a note on reverse mentioning the song ‘Satisfied Mind’ maybe for ‘feel’. I never recorded it as far as I can tell.
Sunday 21st October 2001
A blank week in diary…aged 42 and still working at St. Catherine’s Library Oxford University as a library assistant for £14k full time in 2001. About to resign following a miserable year rebounding from a relationship of 7 years with a Spanish woman.
I was in a quiet time writing….and here it is.
Inspiration is a funny thing…the song came from the sky literally….
I know that because I date everything. Written on a small piece of paper no more than a post-it note. Almost the whole lyric written in one go no edits. Then transferred to an archive where Claudia Scott found the following in 2003 when I putting together The Moon Over the Downs charity disc for my father after he was diagnosed with cancer.
Here the ‘official’ online version Claudia found I not sure if I amended to ‘my dear’ or Claudia did.
THE DEVIL’S HOUSE
I LIVE IN A HOUSE ON TOP OF A HILL
I’VE BEEN HERE FOR YEARS AND I’M HERE STILL
AND I WATCH YOU EVERY DAY YOU GO BY
EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE
AND THE RAIN POURS DOWN LIKE TEARS
FROM THE COAL BLACK CLOUDS MY DEAR
ON TO THE DEVIL’S HOUSE
WELL YOU DO THINGS THAT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
YOUR FEEL CONFUSED BUT YOU WORK AND PLAN
THEN ALONG COMES A GIRL WITH A PRETTY SMILE
AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT YOU’RE ALREADY MINE
COS I BEEN WATCHING YOU ALL THE DAYS OF YOUR LIFE
Then Claudia recorded the lovely version on the original Moon Over The Downs in 2003 with Fats Kaplin.
Finally Claudia re-recorded on last year’s ‘Follow The Lines’ which was nominated alongside four other albums for a Norwegian Grammy (Spelleman) for Best Country Album 🙂
and today the great news…Claudia pictured below with the Spelleman award 🙂
My mother and father who both passed on from cancer would be proud they met over a turntable playing Bill Haley and Fats Domino:-)
Collecting all the lyrics I have written from 2004-2014 into one place I am updating this new blog with all 30 songs starting with most recent ‘Dark Grey Clouds’ and working backwards. By Xmas 2014 I should have typed up all songs.