JUICY JOHN PINK'S LIVE '77  - song notes page


on this page, i give brief biographical and contextual information about each song,  how it came to be written, etc.   for a more detailed biographical memoir  by kendell kardt, click the link: ' the poems of bernard rudolph ' on the home page.   be sure read the disclaimer before proceeding.  

click on the title of any song to go to the 'lyrics' page.

1) anna & emma  -    i wrote this in New Hampshire about '79.   this a cappella version was later expanded with an accompaniment a la bach,  of which i hope some day to unearth a recording.  the song pays homage to two very dear ladies i knew as a child growing up in my Brooklyn church community.   it tells it own story, i think, about how different things appear to us as children versus later in adulthood.   ironically,  when i performed this at a folk club in Vermont in 1980, some hard core dike refugees from NYC actually hissed in the back of the room.  full of attitude, they were sniffing out any hapless male who would dare to disparage lesbians.  one of them must have thought they found one.  the irony plays out 15 years later, when these same dikes are all rushing into church to sanctify their nuptials.   after all, the song is about 2 early pioneers of their own lifestyle, living a committed life together as members of  a religious community.  go figure.

2)  death of a hobo  -   i wrote this circa '77 on during my transition from living in Chicago to living in New Hampshire,  a transition which i fervently wish had been shorter.  i spent about ten years of my life in NYC in 1977 alone.  i hated every moment that i wasn't playing music.  the song encompasses both hope and despair.  late one night a witness an ambulance stopping in front of a Bowery flophouse as one of the residents was being carried out on a stretcher.  just at that moment a huge, loud semi drove past.  proudly emblazoned on the independent trucker's cab door complete with elaborate pin-striping and bright running light were to words 'Orange Blossom Special'.

3)  get in a groove  -                             for notes on this song click here

4) gypsy dance  -                                  for notes on this song click here

                               eventually,  the memoir will have a lot ot say about the 'gypsy', but we're not there yet.

5)  how could i ever leave you  -   this is one of my favorite songs.  along with 'indian summer' , it was written in the fall of 1974, traveling between LA and Chicago.  both songs are for my dear friend and sometime lover, Joan Probst, with whom i lived for a year in LA.   Joan's quiet gentle care was all that made Los Angeles even marginally bearable.   desperate for any excuse to leave that pit, i left Joan and LA behind.   i'm was an idiot to go, even though it was the right move at the time.  i'm sure i would have had a happier life if i could have just stayed put with my kind friend.

6)  made in chicago  -   i think this is the first recording i made of this song.  i wrote it rather late in my stay in the windy city.  originally, it was an insrumental, composed 'on speck' for a Chicago radio show.  i wrote it and submitted a tape.  i didn't hear anything for weeks and finally called the station to ask what had become of it.  i was told that nobody at the station had a tape recorder to play it on.   this has to be the lamest excuse i ever heard.  it even beats 'i'm sorry, we're not doing that kind thing right now'.   i subsequently wrote the lyric to fit the music.  a little trick exercise i didn't usually indulge in.  i came out rather well, i think.

7) overweight in california  -    i moved to LA in late '72.  i was tired of the 'laid back' attitude to business up north.  i was bent now on seriously working to get some of my songs published and recorded.  LA was a music industry town.  i would find what i needed.   how little did i know.  i had no idea.  LA is one of the stranger place on earth,  but its weird artificial physical character pales besides the bizarre collection of people that make up the population, especially the 'entertainment' segment thereof.  this song was written after a particularly disorienting encounter with a 'record producer' at his home in the Hollywood hills.  the guy was BYZANTINE.  his house even more-so.  i couldn't wait to get out of there.

8)  ring of keys  -    by 1977,  i had acquired a mindset that no longer included any illusions of commercial success.  i was about to relocate to rural New Hampshire and withdraw from the life of wandering and striving that had consumed my energies for so many years.  this song actually emerged as a kind of 'revelation' from my now well established regimen of daily meditation.  it was showing me how to at last let go of  the 'locks' that had kept a prisoner for so long

9)  sit down stranger  -  this song was written for someone.  i can't remember who.  it's seasoned with the irony of disappointment; in some brief encounter that awakened a momentary impulse to reach out.....  that was quickly rebuffed.  too bad.

10)  street racer  -  for a brief additional note on this song click here .   E. Bakewell's older kids, Dominic, 16 and Joe, 18, built a hotrod with their friend Tim Murray.  the took the noisy beast 'cruising for pink slips' on Van Nuys Blvd. on Wednesday nights.

11)  the wheel  -  this song came out of a meeting with a stranger on a Greyhound bus trip.  it was long ride from NYC to Chicago, and the middle aged black man seated beside me shared the story of a dead friend that inspired me to write it.

12)  three steps  -                            for notes on this song, click here.

13)  to sarah  -   this song was written for my friend Sarah Taft Brown,  who, at one point in my wandering through the American mid-west, provided me with a quiet temporary resting place, for my head on her pillow, and for my constant yearning for love, in her warm, generous heart.  it tells of a night many years earlier, when i had found a refuge for the night on a beach far from home on the coast of Mexico.

14)  walk on the water  -               for notes on this song, click here.

15) what will  be divided  -   in '77 on my first visit to NH, i had met the proprietors of a little folk club where i was to perform many times over the next 5 years.  Jonathan and Widdie Hall were an unusual couple.  without going into excruciating detail,  they were not happy with each other.  and one of their peculiar traits was that they were always on the lookout for an impartial 'referee' to listen to their tale of woe and offer and opinion.  and so i spent my first night there, after my show, listening for many hours while they recounted their troubles.  OMG.  i wrote this song.