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Under the cut is a funny story i just wrote after hearing about the Leonard Cohen Hallelujah song being in the charts in three different versions at the same time.
I thought it was quite good at the time heh.
All this talk of the Hallelujah song, reminds me of an altogether similar story about a song by American 50s dinasour Dusty Magraw called She Washes in The Sunrise.
Ah yes, Dusty Magraw had it all back then, spitting chewing tobacco into a tin, holding his cowboy hat in his hand, his greased black hair swept back into a line of sleeky curls, and caught the girls before the wink of an eye.
No, he was truely a great revered round the rock n' roll wooden stages up and down yankee states.
Now, all he has is memories, black and white memories of a cold and distant past. It all seems so that history had turned the page on, and is now filed away in a classics radio stations computers, in an equally distant future.
That was until the man heared from his lawyers, who he hadn't heard a word from since the 1980s when he was brought back for an evening with slotted between Jeopardy and American Gladitors.
They'd accepted on his behalf, a deal with a major record label for a well known indie act to be able to have the rights to record one of his songs, She washes in the sunrise.
Dusty Magraw would be sent on a whistlestop tour of the western world's media to publicise the new single's profile.
It wasn't before too long that the indie band's new soulful interpretation of his song, was hitting the top of the charts and filling every soppy fresher's student room up and down the country.
At the peak of the song's sucess, a sweatlering summer, Dusty was invited to watch the band play a triumphant summer festival, sponsored by a million soft drinks company.
As Dusty stood on from the side of the stage, he was asked by a member of the record company, "they are good aren't they mind..."
"Oh yes said Dusty...."
Yes was a word he'd never have muttered in his day. He had it all. The top of his game. But these, weren't his days. His time, was far gone, and not long after these events happened, he died.
As Dusty turned away from the stage and was helped on his way home by his (now adult) chidren, and grandchildren a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Oh yes."
I thought it was quite good at the time heh.
All this talk of the Hallelujah song, reminds me of an altogether similar story about a song by American 50s dinasour Dusty Magraw called She Washes in The Sunrise.
Ah yes, Dusty Magraw had it all back then, spitting chewing tobacco into a tin, holding his cowboy hat in his hand, his greased black hair swept back into a line of sleeky curls, and caught the girls before the wink of an eye.
No, he was truely a great revered round the rock n' roll wooden stages up and down yankee states.
Now, all he has is memories, black and white memories of a cold and distant past. It all seems so that history had turned the page on, and is now filed away in a classics radio stations computers, in an equally distant future.
That was until the man heared from his lawyers, who he hadn't heard a word from since the 1980s when he was brought back for an evening with slotted between Jeopardy and American Gladitors.
They'd accepted on his behalf, a deal with a major record label for a well known indie act to be able to have the rights to record one of his songs, She washes in the sunrise.
Dusty Magraw would be sent on a whistlestop tour of the western world's media to publicise the new single's profile.
It wasn't before too long that the indie band's new soulful interpretation of his song, was hitting the top of the charts and filling every soppy fresher's student room up and down the country.
At the peak of the song's sucess, a sweatlering summer, Dusty was invited to watch the band play a triumphant summer festival, sponsored by a million soft drinks company.
As Dusty stood on from the side of the stage, he was asked by a member of the record company, "they are good aren't they mind..."
"Oh yes said Dusty...."
Yes was a word he'd never have muttered in his day. He had it all. The top of his game. But these, weren't his days. His time, was far gone, and not long after these events happened, he died.
As Dusty turned away from the stage and was helped on his way home by his (now adult) chidren, and grandchildren a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Oh yes."