Goodenough Gismo

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    This is the classic children's book, Goodenough Gismo, by Richmond I. Kelsey, published in 1948. Nearly unavailable in libraries and the collector's market, it is posted here with love as an "orphan work" so that it may be seen and appreciated -- and perhaps even republished, as it deserves to be. After you read this book, it won't surprise you to learn that Richmond Irwin Kelsey (1905-1987) was an accomplished artist, or that as Dick Kelsey, he was one of the great Disney art directors, breaking your heart with "Pinocchio," "Dumbo," and "Bambi."

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This stuff CONSUMES me too. I love roots music. Old Crow Medicine Show is the current favorite at our house.

There was a good article about Gillian in the New Yorker a few years ago. The link & some of my favorite quotes from it are here.

I like your interpretation of the Elvis song & I love how the title of this post aligns with the title of the song (was that intentional). He gave himself to performing the same way some people give themselves to the Lord.


Yeah, I love Gillian Welch's music, too. It worms its way deep inside my brain. Now please tell me what one monkey not stopping the show has to do with getting on board a freight train.

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I like your analysis. Elvis as the chosen son of the Radical Middle!

I went to see Welch & Rawlings in concert a couple of years ago. It was mesmerizing, and turned me from a casual to a fervent fan. Perhaps my favorite moment was early on, during "Revelator" (another awesome song). The place they were performing at was a kind of hipster joint in Atlanta, but the audience was far from the typical hipster audience - older, with a significant country contingent.

Anyway, towards the end of "Revelator" W&R utter a rare obscenity:

"Leaving the valley, fucking out of sight..."

At the drop of the f-word the audience, led by the country contingent, let out a sound, that grew from a low hum to a howl of wild appreciation.

It was, for lack of a better word, magical.

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