Here’s a preview of Song #13: “Grandma Say”:
I wrote this song while multi-tasking, something I’m working on unlearning doing. I was in the middle of cooking dinner, vacuuming the studio room, recording a drum idea for a song, probably other things when I imagined my Grandma Cluck watching me, shaking her head and saying, “For Pete’s sake…”
Both my father’s mother and mother’s mother were highly skilled in homecooking. One of my favorite memories of my Grandma Cluck is seeing her in her tiny kitchen, wearing a white shower cap to keep falling hairs out of the food. Sometimes she cooked so much she’d be too tired to eat. One of her recipes I adore is for chicken-corn soup with hard-boiled egg, a Pennsylvania-Dutch specialty. When she made it, she pulled the veins out of every stalk of celery and every piece of chicken.
My grandmother on my mother’s side recently had a birthday; she’s 93. Here’s some advice from her about storing and eating summer peaches:
I recorded “Grandma Say” in an old church hall in Charlottesville, VA; Wizard Ken helped out with mastering.
eggshell in ev’ry cake i make
now what would your grandma say?
if she saw you cookin’ that way?
turn the heat way down
and open that door ‘fore the cakes go brown
-eyed suzies nod and sway–
they see you cookin’ that way, hey
what did you think it takes to do all this cookin’?
keep yourself and the house good-lookin’?
work to the bone till the bone’s gone bare
notin’ the growth of new grey hair
pullin’ strings on the purse for the things you bought
a’ end of the day it seems you oughtta negotiate your pay–
now what would your grandma say ?
“do the things you love and do them well,
’cause you can’t tell when things will go from good to worse
don’t live life like it’s a curse.
include the ones you love,
tell them so, make sure they know
try best to keep them in your song
’cause no one’s here for long”
that laundry’s dried
pull the pins off and the line inside
mend the holes until they’re gone
now put those glad rags on
if your heels dig in
shindig ‘em on out with yr kith & kin
“you’d best get out there and play”–
that’s what your grandma’d say
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