In the Seventies on the pop charts it seemed like song themes or even titles would kind of cluster together. There was a Witch Phase (“Dark Lady,” “Witchy Woman,” “Evil Woman,” “Gypsy Woman,” “Witch Queen of New Orleans” and I’m probably forgetting a few more here) and it seemed there was a “The Night” Phase, too.
At one point there was “The Night Chicago Died,” “The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” and “The Night They Drove Ol’ Dixie Down” all being played on the radio, and all of them story songs. So I wondered what would happen if I put them all in the Cuisinex together and poured them back out again into one song. Would they tell a new story?
I don’t know. Maybe. A kind of Steely Dan story, where you have to read between the cryptic lines and imagination fills in the details. I remember this song as being hard to play. Lot of strumming and bar chords and similar but different chord progressions.
Brian does a fine job in this version, the official version. His fiddle brings a lot of pathos or something to the song, which could otherwise seem Dylanesque. Can’t decide now if that would be a step up or a step down, being Dylanesque…?
lyrics
“The Night"
[vonHummer]
The night Chicago died, They drove Ol’ Dixie down
And the lights went out in Georgia,
And I heard my Mama cry, and all the people were singin’:
Brother, what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer! na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa....
Virgil kane, candletop, land of the dollar bill,
Al capone, cheatin’ wife, tore up the tracks again,
He said hey, just eighteen, and to tell you the truth I been with her myself...
The night Chicago died, They drove Ol’ Dixie down
And the lights went out in Georgia,
And I heard my Mama cry, and all the people were singin’:
Brother, what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer! na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa....
Tracks too small, clock upon the wall, there goes the Robert E. Lee,
Little Sis choppin’ wood; shouting in the streets,
Flag ‘em down, Mama’s face don’t care if the Georgia Patrol’s no good...
The night Chicago died, They drove Ol’ Dixie down
And the lights went out in Georgia,
And I heard my Mama cry, and all the people were singin’:
Brother, what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer! na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa....
Big bellied sheriff burst open wide,
And my Daddy stepped inside the sound of running feet,
When a Yankee bullet laid him in the street til the last of the hoodlum gang surrendered my brother in a make-believe trial...
The night Chicago died, They drove Ol’ Dixie down
And the lights went out in Georgia,
And I heard my Mama cry, and all the people were singin’:
Brother, what a night to fight a backwoods southern lawyer! na-na-na, na-na, na-na-naaaa....
credits
from Isoprolific,
released August 21, 2016
vonHummer: vocals, bass, percussion. Brian Eliason: electric violin.
vonHummer is a Portland music/cable access legend whose career spanned from Fall of 2001 to Fall of 2011, during which he
recorded a hundred or so songs for use in his absurdist show (and feature film) and played only a handful of concerts. Currently retired, his work shines on for the ages. Or will he someday return...?...more
Long split up, but not forgotten. Some say the Winebirds functioned as an ersatz Fleetwood Mac, and that's more than fair, but to me, they functioned as a real-life Partridge Family. vonHummer
Continuing the rock tradition of talking about awkward, intimate minutiae and nerdy obsessions via mammoth guitar lines. Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 12, 2017