Mr Lee Aitken

MyGen Profile GeneratorThere's somethin strange goin on in the cold night static air. I THINK I can hear a whistlin or the sound of a neighbour reachin over for a fix. His goddamn cracked windows gettin to be a pain. Its that strange electric wild hummin that wraps round you and wont let go til the mornin-bird sings a song. You dont know the song but you hope its not the same old one. I've learned a lot from listenin to Folksingers. Odetta sends shivers and twists my head on a constant basis. Shes a train all of her own. One day shes gonna have to stop but she'll be pullin a carriage of thousands when she does and we'll all go off and roll on our own trains she helped build. Gospel seems to be rearin its head alot now too. Its no sharp twist of the tongue that people with somethin to lose seem to sing like theyve already lost it, but to hell with it. They're bellowin the fires that reach from down deep somewhere special. I want to be that kind of performer. Alot of people shrug off the idea of another singer-songwriter. That phrase or use or abuse of words conjures up a sad image in my head. Songs that dont grab you at all. Listenin to Folk opens up a world that not even a goddamn mushroom blast can get rid of. Go get goin ya prick.