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Interview with Luc Sante

I recently interviewed Luc Sante for Guernica Magazine.

In Praise: Tom Brosseau at Astor Place Hair

My phenomenal friend Ben and his friends Hope and David shot a video of Tom Brosseau singing the traditional folk song “Darling Corey” (aka “Darling Cora”) in Astor Place Hair Salon. The Astor Place video and this one of Brosseau singing “Amory” on St. Mark’s Place are affiliated with Blogotheque’s Take Away Shows.

Both videos are brilliant, but the Astor Place video is especially so. I’m going to sound like a reviewer of the sort that annoys me, but I love so much about what Ben and his buddies have captured: the indifference — or only mild curiosity — of the barbers, hairdressers, and patrons; the venue, the bare presence of folk music at Astor Hair; Brosseau’s voice and the way he sets down his guitar mid-song and simply roams the salon, singing “Darling Corey”; the man caught touching the deserted guitar. The show makes my skin tingle.

Ben sent along the lyrics to “Darling Corey.” There seem to be a few different versions. Here’s the version Brosseau sings:

 

Oh, the last time I saw Darling Corey,
she was sitting on a bank on a field
with a 44 around her
and a banjo on her knee.

Wake up, wake up, my darling.
How can you sleep so sound?
Highway robbers are coming
to tear the old fieldhouse down.

Oh, go dig a hole in the meadow.
Oh, go dig a hole in the ground.
Dig a hole in the meadow.
Let me lay pretty Corey down.

Go away, go away, my darling
and bring to me my gun.
I got no mind for trouble
but trouble just now begun.

Oh, the last time I saw Darling Corey
she had my 45 in her hand,
saying I’ll kill them highway robbers,
if they leave here with my bed.

Oh, go dig a hole in the meadow.
Go dig a hole in the ground.
Dig a hole in the meadow.
Let me lay pretty Corey down.

Go away, go away, my darling.
Quit your hanging around my bed.
Whiskey has killed my body.
Pretty women will kill me stone dead.

Take off, take off in the ocean.
Take off in the deep blue sea.
Go and bring to me my Corey,
wherever she may be.

Oh, go dig a hole in the meadow.
Go dig a hole in the ground
Dig a hole in the meadow.
Let me lay pretty Corey down.

Wake up, wake up, my Darling.
Go and do the best you can.
I got me another woman.
You can find you another man.

Oh yes, oh yes, my darling.
I’ll do the best I can.
But I’ll never give my pleasure
to another gambling man.

Oh, go dig a hole in the meadow.
Oh, go dig a hole in the ground.
Dig a hole in the meadow.
Let me lay pretty Corey down.
Let me lay pretty Corey down.

I almost forgot: speaking of Astor Place, the salon also plays a role in The Survival of the Wildebeest, an upcoming film about another gem of a friend and artist, Stu.