Per my friend David Brodie, yesterday was supposed to be Happy Day, but the passing of Guy Clark made it a very sad day for me. More than Townes van Zandt, more than Leonard Cohen, much more than Bob Dylan, Guy Clark could put over a song and make you believe it, make you feel it from the inside. American music isn’t music, it’s poetry. We lost a great poet yesterday.
Here’s a clip to show the man’s raw power, but you should watch the whole show. This is what pop music – five writers, fourteen players, six dancers and autotune – cannot do:
