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		<title>Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott on the YouTube and Online</title>
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		<description> In more or less chonological appearance, here are examples of one of our very own still extant national musical treasures:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3G_kLxZ8FM&quot; title=&quot;Written by Woody Guthrie, wouldn&apos;t you know ?&quot;&gt;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott - Talking Merchant Marine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXWLceA5TSA&quot; title=&quot;This, and the previous song, appear to be from Pete Seeger&apos;s 1960s era TV program...&quot;&gt;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott - San Francisco Bay Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbFmn54gJeY&quot; title=&quot;From a set with Bob Dylan&apos;s Rollin&apos; Thunder Revue in 1978...&quot;&gt;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott - Salt Pork West Virginia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And here, from SXSW 2006, is &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JiW-J7nR8Y&quot; title=&quot;Another one by Woody...&quot;&gt;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott &amp;amp; Billy Bragg - The Ballad of Pretty Boy Floyd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Also from SXSW 2006, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kbmvl7ITaI&quot; title=&quot;Along came the F.F.V., the swiftest on the line, Running o&apos;er the C&amp;O road just twenty minutes behind...&quot;&gt;Jack Elliott &amp;amp; Marty Stuart - Engine 143&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
From last year, here is &lt;a href=&quot;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2172043991928853919&quot; title=&quot;At the Henry Miller Library, Aug-25-07&quot;&gt;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott - Old Shep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Rn1Um_FVrQ&quot; title=&quot;&quot;&gt;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott - South Coast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And from last week&apos;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://billboardpublicitywire.com/releases/2007/12/prweb574567.htm&quot; title=&quot;Featuring duets by Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstadt, Phil Lesh and Jackie Greene, Ray Manzarek and Roy Rogers, Jackie Greene and Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott, and Tuck &amp; Patti with a closing dance set by Booker T. Jones Band. &apos;&apos;Bill&apos;s Birthday Bash&apos;&apos; takes place at The Fillmore Auditorium, 1805 Geary Blvd. on Friday, January 11, 2008 at 8:30 PM in San Francisco, California.&quot;&gt;Bill Graham&apos;s Birthday Bash&lt;/a&gt;, here is &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2qwUDteBt0&quot; title=&quot;I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds...&quot;&gt;Phil Lesh, Jackie Greene &amp;amp; Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott - Friend of The Devil&lt;/a&gt; From his  official, albeit maintained in a rather desultory manner, web site, here is a Ramblin&apos; Jack &lt;a href=&quot;http://ramblinjack.com/rjtiki/tiki-page.php?pageName=bio%3A%20introduction&quot; title=&quot;&apos;&apos;I&apos;ve heard a lot of wonderful stories about myself, enviable -- I wish I could&apos;ve done it.&apos;&apos;&quot;&gt;biography&lt;/a&gt;, with a note about his legendary semi-talking blues &lt;a href=&quot;http://ramblinjack.com/rjtiki/tiki-page.php?pageName=biography#greens&quot; title=&quot;&apos;&apos;912 Greens&apos;&apos; was as original and random as Jack had grown to become through the enormity of coincidence which he&apos;d shaped into his life. Casting aside songwriting conventions, Jack talked his way through a tale which had no true end or logic. It wound out while wondering childlike at a coherently disarrayed and deadpan world, and what little we understand of what it could all add up to. It rewrote more than a few opinions as to what songwriting consists of and dropped a lot of jaws. &quot;&gt;912 Greens&lt;/a&gt;, which is the very best of the two or three songs written by Ramblin&apos; Jack. And &lt;a href=&quot;http://bad.eserver.org/reviews/1998/1998-07-30-2.28PM.html&quot; title=&quot;Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott had just turned 22 in the summer of 1953, when the events took place which he chronicles in Greens (assuming they did take place, which is somehow both irrelevant and crucial).&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is another take on the same song. I first heard him sing it at the Sky River Rock Festival in 1968--&lt;em&gt;And there was this three legged gray cat named Gray that useta to lope along and  *snap* fall down because Gray, he had stroke and he couldn&apos;t run on those three legs so good no how...&lt;/em&gt; and loved him and the song ever since. (As does at least one other &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.metafilter.com/user/28979&quot; title=&quot;What&apos;s the deal with your nickname? How did you get it? If your nickname is self-explanatory, then tell everyone when you first started using the internet, and what was the first thing that made you say &apos;&apos;wow, this isn&apos;t just a place for freaks after all?&apos;&apos; Was it a website? Was it an email from a long-lost friend? Go on, spill it. - 912 Greens is a song by Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott. &quot;&gt;member&lt;/a&gt; here, or so I suspect.) I only wish there were a free mp3 of it available at this moment. Oh, well, it&apos;s on his &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wirz.de.nyud.net/music/elliott/grafik/brigham4.jpg&quot; title=&quot;&quot;&gt;Young Brigham&lt;/a&gt; album. so get thee to a record store forthwith. &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nwilsonphoto.com.nyud.net/images/Rambling%20Jack%20Elliott%20&amp;%20Brigham%201972.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Rambling Jack Elliott with Young Brigham, 1972&quot;&gt;Young Brigham&lt;/a&gt; was his horse at the time the album was recorded. I only just this moment reversed the name Young Brigham, by the way. 

&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;D&apos;oh!&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;

In addition, his daughter Aiyana had made a film entitled &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oldschoolreviews.com/rev_2000/ramblin_jack.htm&quot; title=&quot;...Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott is one of the most enigmatic folk singers that emerged from the 1950s and 60s--well known as a singer, but nearly as legendary for disappearing. Now that mystery has been largely uncovered with his daughter Aiyana Elliott&apos;s remarkable film. Like discovering the origin of Citizen Kane&apos;s &apos;Rosebud&apos;, we are exposed intimately to Ramblin&apos; Jack&apos;s life and grow to understand why he often disappeared from the folk scene and never made hit records like many of his contemporaries. &quot;&gt;The Ballad of Ramblin&apos; Jack&lt;/a&gt;

There&apos;s a version of Ramblin&apos; Jack&apos;s version of &lt;em&gt;Don&apos;t Think Twice, It&apos;s Alright&lt;/em&gt; in this episode of &lt;a href=&quot;http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/20001202/&quot; title=&quot;Live from The Town Hall on West 43rd Street in New York City, A Prairie Home Companion welcomes special guest Ramblin&apos; Jack Elliott, plus a visit from some of New York City&apos;s most exciting subway musicians. &quot;&gt;A Prairie Home Companion&lt;/a&gt;. Supposedly the story goes--and I have heard this from Elliott himself in person--that a young and drunken Bob Dylan, upon hearing Elliott&apos;s take on the song, bequeathed the song to him for eternity. Somehow, I rather doubt that included royalties... It&apos;s a funny story in person with Elliott&apos;s Dylan impersonation. Not to mention the delicious irony involved in hearing Vanguard&apos;s Ramblin&apos; Jack impersonating Columbia&apos;s Ramblin&apos; Jack. It adds a whole other dimension of absurd. But, for a fact, he does &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; the song, singing alone.... 

And then there is....&lt;blockquote&gt;To ask Ramblin&#8217; Jack Elliott a question is to tug at a snag in a sweater, only to see the yarn unfurl of its own volition, dropping in aimless loops, curling and snaking itself into a variegated fable. Every answer is a folk tale. Conversation is an exercise in free association, switchbacks, good-humored evasion, meanders, and box canyons. Jack Elliott does his talking without aid of a compass.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nodepression.net/issues/nd14/ramblinjack.html&quot; title=&quot;I haven&#8217;t asked him a question yet. Already the yarn is coming loose.&quot;&gt;On the Road&lt;/a&gt;

Oh, man, tell it brother... I once interviewed Ramblin&apos; Jack for Seattle&apos;s own Rocket magazine. I had done my research, knew about him singing harmony on Bob Dylan&apos;s first studio recording of Mr. Tambourine Man in 1964 and had been to 912 Toulouse Street, to boot. And I had pictures to prove it--&lt;em&gt;Wow, man, I&apos;ve had people tell me they&apos;d been to 912 Toulouse before but you&apos;re the first person to show me pictures&lt;/em&gt;and I got Ramblin&apos; Jack ramblin&apos; for near onto ninety minutes. And here&apos;s tip for future interviewers: don&apos;t eventhink of cutting him off. Go with the flow--for he brooks no interruption. 

&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;And never a word of it has as yet been printed, don&apos;t you know ? Not in the Rocket, that&apos;s for sure. Mr. Elliott didn&apos;t have any &apos;product&apos; out at the time. GrrCharlesCrossGrr...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; </description>
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		<title>The Jean Sheperd Archives</title>
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		<description> &lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:15 P.M. The WOR news and weather are out of the way. A bugle sounds, and a sprightly theme song comes trotting on the air. The theme has a double meaning: it is the one that calls the horses to the gate at Aqueduct, and it is the Bahnfrei Overture, composed for an operetta by Eduard Strauss, the only member of the Strauss family who did not make good. Presently, Shepherd&apos;s clear, rowdy voice intrudes. &quot;Okay, gang are you ready to play radio? Are you ready to shuffle off the mortal coil of mediocrity? I am if you are.&quot; There is a noise like a mechanized Bronx cheer (Brrapp!)- it is Shepherd blowing his kazoo. At other times he twangs his Jew&apos;s-harp (Brroing!). &quot;Yes, you fatheads out there in the darkness, you losers in the Sargasso Sea of existence, take heart, because WOR, in its never ending crusade of public service, is once again proud to bring you--(Erocia Symphony Up)-- &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/shepharp.htm&quot; title=&quot;Jean Shepherd: Radio&apos;s Noble Savage&quot;&gt;The Jean Shepherd Program&lt;/a&gt;!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; A man no longer known for much besides &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ivillage.com/books/print/0,,603234,00.html&quot; title=&quot;I imagined innumerable situations calling for the instant and irrevocable need for a BB gun, great fantasies where I fended off creeping marauders burrowing through the snow toward the kitchen, where only I and I alone stood between our tiny huddled family and insensate Evil. Masked bandits attacking my father, to be mowed down by my trusted cloverleaf-sighted deadly weapon. I seriously mulled over the possibility of an invasion of raccoons, of which there were several in the county. Acts of selfless Chivalry defending Esther Jane Alberry from escaped circus tigers. Time and time again I saw myself a miraculous crack shot, picking off sparrows on the wing to the gasps of admiring girls and envious rivals on Cleveland Street. There was one dream that involved my entire class getting lost on a field trip in the swamps, wherein I led the tired, hungry band back to civilization, using only my Red Ryder compass and sundial. There was no question about it. Not only should I have such a gun, it was an absolute necessity!&quot;&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Jean Sheperd was the greatest radio raconteur ever. Here is the greatest Jean Sheperd fansite so far--&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.keyflux.com/shep/shepmain.htm&quot; title=&quot;Jean Shepherd was a writer, humorist, satirist, actor, radio raconteur, TV &amp; film personality and an American original. He was a master story teller in the league of Mark Twain, S.J. Perlman and P.G. Wodehouse. Taking bits and pieces from his own life, he weaved tales of the joys, humor, intrigue and angst of growing up. His youth in Hammond, Indiana, his adventures in the Army Signal Corps and stories of the obscure and infamous were all fertile sources for his tales. For almost three decades, he told these stories to eager radio audiences. In Cincinnati between 1950 and 1954 Shep did a DJ show from Shuller&apos;s Wigwam on WSAI and a nightly comedy show on WLW called &apos;&apos;Rear Bumpers&apos;&apos;. This led to a television version at KYW in Philadelphia. In 1956 Shep moved to the Big Apple on WOR New York where for 21 years listeners all over the Northeast were treated to a nightly dose of genius. His shows were a menagerie of comments, silly songs, jokes and other digressions all orbiting around a central tale. For 45 minutes you laughed and wondered if he would remember to conclude the story at hand. He always made it! His other great radio enterprise was live broadcasts on Saturday night from The Limelight, a nightclub in Greenwich Village. Marshall McLuhan once called Shep &apos;&apos;the first radio novelist.&apos;&apos;&quot;&gt;Flick Lives&lt;/a&gt; and, treasure of treasures, here are &lt;a href=&quot;http://shep-archives.com/netjuke/login.php&quot; title=&quot;The Shep Archives truly rank among the Best Of The Web&quot;&gt;The Shep Archives&lt;/a&gt;--oh, you&apos;ll have to spend a minute or two to register to hear them but what the hey?--with hundreds of Sheperd broadcasts and records in streaming mp3s. &lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;But Wait! There&apos;s More!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;  </description>
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