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Leftover feelings

Release Date: May 21, 2021
CD NW6514
LP NW5505

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1. Long Black Electric Cadillac 3:26 Listen
2. Mississippi Phone Booth 3:06 Listen
3. The Music Is Hot 3:45 Listen
4. All The Lilacs In Ohio 3:29 Listen
5. I'm In Asheville 3:26 Listen
6. Light Of The Burning Sun 4:38 Listen
7. Little Goodnight 4:43 Listen
8. Buddy Boy 3:26 Listen
9. Changes In My Mind 3:34 Listen
10. Keen Rambler 3:25 Listen
11. Sweet Dream 4:28 Listen
  Total running time 41:26  
 

 

Musicians

John Hiatt: Guitar and Vocals
Jerry Douglas: Dobro, Lap Steel, and Background Vocals
Daniel Kimbro: Bass, Tic-Tac Bass and String Arrangements
Mike Seal: Acoustic and Electric Guitars
Christian Sedelmyer: Violin and String Arrangements
Carmella Ramsey: Background Vocals
   
   
Jerry Douglas:

appears courtesy of Rounder Records

www.jerrydouglas.com

Note

  • All songs written by John Hiatt
    So Not That Music (BMI) Administered by Songs of Kobalt
  • Produced by Jerry Douglas
  • Recorded and Mixed by Sean William Sullivan
  • Mixing Assistance by Neal Cappellino
  • Recorded at RCA Studio B and The Squirrel Nest in Nashville, TN
  • Mixed at The Doghouse in Nashville, TN
  • Mastered by Paul Blakemore

     

  • Management by Ken Levitan for John Hiatt and Brian Penix for Jerry Douglas at Vector Management
  • Booking by ICM Partners for John Hiatt and High Road Touring for Jerry Douglas
  • Photography: Patrick Sheehan
  • Art Direction and Design: Jordan Fann and LaRon Stewart

John Hiatt would like to thank: My wife, family and friends. Ken Levitan and Vector, Rob Prinz and all at ICM, Jay Wright, Nikki Wheeler, Brandon Zmigrocki, Everyone at New West Records, All at FBMM, Wes Dooley at AEA. A very special thanks to Jerry Douglas. And thanks to all for listening over the years

Jerry Douglas would like to thank: Jill, Ken Levitan and Brian Penix at Vector Management, Paul Beard at Beard Guitars, Jason DuMont, Jeff Hanna, Lagan Sebert, D'Addario Strings, Donnie Wade at Fender Guitars, Tom Spaulding at Fishman Electronics, Brian Jonas and Frank Riley at High Road Touring, and Modern Music Masters.

A very special thanks to Kyle Young, Peter Cooper, Justin Croft, and everyone at The Country Music Hall of Fame & Museum and RCA Studio B.

 

 

Promovideo's Leftover Feelings

John Hiatt with The Jerry Douglas Band - "Mississippi Phone Booth" [Official Video]

 

John Hiatt with The Jerry Douglas Band - Long Black Electric Cadillac [Official Video] 

 

John Hiatt with The Jerry Douglas Band - "All The Lilacs In Ohio" [Official Video]

 

John Hiatt with The Jerry Douglas Band - "I'm In Asheville" [Official Video]

 

John Hiatt & Jerry Douglas live at Paste Studio on the Road: Nashville

 

Press sheet

In the midst of a global pandemic, John Hiatt walked into Historic RCA Studio B and opened up a lifetime full of leftover feelings.

“I was immediately taken back to 1970, when I got to Nashville,” said Hiatt, who was at the studio to record with Dobro master Jerry Douglas and Douglas’s band. “You can’t not be aware of the records that were made there . . . Elvis, the Everly Brothers, Waylon Jennings doing ‘Only Daddy That’ll Walk the Line.’ But all that history wasn’t intimidating, because it’s such a comfortable place to make music.”

A half-century ago, Hiatt lived in a ratty, $15-a-week room on Nashville’s 16th Avenue, less than a mile away from the RCA and Columbia studios that were the heartbeat of what had come to be known as “Music Row.”

In the ensuing 50 years, he went from a scuffling young buck to a celebrated grand master of song. His lyrics and melodies have graced more than 20 studio albums, have been recorded by Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, B.B. King, Willie Nelson, Bonnie Raitt and scores of others, and have earned him a place in the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame, a BMI Troubadour award, and a lifetime achievement in songwriting designation from the Americana Music Association.

He and wife Nancy live in a nicer neighborhood now, just out of town and within walking distance of Douglas, who reinvented the Dobro and is responsible for bringing the instrument to popular presence in modern times. Douglas has performed on more than 1,500 albums by artists including Ray Charles, George Jones, Alison Krauss, Earl Scruggs, and James Taylor, and none of those works sound a bit like this collaboration with Hiatt.

Leftover Feelings is neither a bluegrass album nor a return to Hiatt’s 1980s days with slide guitar greats Ry Cooder and Sonny Landreth, though Douglas’s opening riff on “Long, Black Electric Cadillac” nods to Landreth’s charged intro to “Tennessee Plates,” Hiatt’s epic tale of heisting Elvis Presley’s Cadillac, a car that was surely purchased with proceeds from some of the 250-plus songs the King recorded at Studio B.

There’s no drummer, yet these grooves are deep and true. And while the up-tempo songs are, as ever, filled with delightful internal rhyme and sly aggression, the Jerry Douglas Band’s empathetic musicianship nudges Hiatt to performances that are startlingly vulnerable. Built when Hiatt was five-years-old, Studio B was designed for music to be made in real time by musicians listening to each other and reacting in the emotional moment. That’s what happened here: Five players on the studio floor, making decisions on instinct rather than calculation.

All this is made possible, of course, by Hiatt’s songs, one of which — “Music is Hot” — mentions the Studio B recording of Waylon Jennings singing “Only Daddy That’ll Walk the Line.” The lyrics are explorations of individual experiences — family, loss, tough redemption, and long-term love — in which Hiatt reveals the universal.

The album answers the question Hiatt posed thirty years ago in “Listening to Old Voices”: “Is it true we are possessed by all the ones we leave behind, or is it by their lives we are inspired?”

The answer is “Yes.”

Those lives are musical ones, as recorded in the studio where he and Douglas gathered to extend a legacy. And they are deeply personal ones, as detailed in “Light of the Burning Sun,” about the suicide of Hiatt’s eldest brother, and the resulting dissolution of his family.

“My father screamed, ‘No,’ and beat on the wall/ Shook the foundations of the house, shook the life out of us all,” he sings, in the most straightforward and sober vocal of his career.

“It’s just the story,” Hiatt said. “With that, the family just blew a gasket. It’s a part of who I am, and part of what I’ve been working through, all these years. Again, it’s just the story. Like Guy Clark said, ‘You can’t make this shit up.’”

Leftover feelings that will remain unresolved, no matter how often explored. Explicated in a place of history, a place of comfort. A sacred place, if you believe the documentation of human expression to be a holy thing.

Here, then, is a meeting of bruised and triumphant American giants. Here are Hiatt and Douglas, creating the meant-to-be: Love songs and road songs, sly songs and hurt songs.

Their songs, and now our songs.
Leftover feelings that edify and sustain.

 

Lyrics Leftover Feelings


Long Black Electric Cadillac

I got a long black electric Cadillac
She run a thousand miles on a jump (x2)
I'm runnin' subterranean air conditioning
And full electron photo array in my trunk

And when I'm headin out west just to see ya
Only have to stop twice along the way (x2)
Once to get my groceries
And once to charge up my engine bay

I been running artificial intelligence
Ever since i was a little boy (x2)
I been hacked to bits and pieces
But they couldn't touch my pride and joy

I got a big black electric Cadillac
I can drive from the back to right up front (x2)
Electric fireplace sitting on the dashboard
Can warm your heart anyway you want

Was talkin to elected official
He was saying something so obscene (x2)
Had to run it on down to Jackson
Just to keep my motor clean
(That's what I had to do)

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Mississippi Phone Booth

Mississippi phone booth
In the middle of the night
Bugs flyin' everywhere
Crazy in the gas station light

Heart pounding through my t-shirt
Pumping change in a call to you
Mississippi phone booth
Operator could you get me through

Flat black 84 Camaro
Run it up from New Orleans
Everything south of I-10
I just blew it all to smithereens

I'm somewhere close to Jackson
I need Memphis on the line
Mississippi phone booth
Tell Jesus I'm outta dimes

Quart of vodka eight ball cocaine
Not enough to change my mind
Mississippi phone booth
Please don't hang up on me this time

I'm running straight outta time

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The Music Is Hot

Sheets dance on the line
White as the clouds gone by
Screen door kicking time
As kids melt into the shine

And you're making your moves
Trying just to stay alive
The music is hot

WSM
On your transistor radio
A song about trains
You can hear that whistle blow

Waylon walks the line
Merle's mama tries to tell him so
The music is hot

You got a story 'bout twenty miles long
You got a tune like a number one song
You got the sweat like the shirt off my back
You got the heart let me open it a crack

Fiddles and steel takin you higher
Passed cotton fields and telephone wires
Out to the church and the gospel choir
And you're gone

Sun going down
You're scrounging to feed the dog
You're wearing a dress
You saw in a catalog

The crickets have started
To sing with those old bull frogs
The music is hot

You tuck in the kids
And think of a nice long bath
You notice your mom
Staring back from a photograph

Quick as you turn
You're pretty sure you hear her laugh
The music is hot

You got a story 'bout twenty miles long
You got a tune like a number one song
You got the sweat like the shirt off my back
You got the heart let me open it a crack

Fiddles and steel takin' you higher
Passed cotton fields and telephone wires
Beyond the church and the gospel choir
And you're gone

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All The Lilacs In Ohio

You met her there, on a New York City stair
You were throwing up on your shoes
Tryin' to write the great book, well it really had you shook
With a bad case of wintertime blues

So you dragged her down to the ragged side of town
Shared a taxi to carry her home
Then she left her handkerchief there beside you on the seat
As if to emphasize that you were all alone

It smelled like springtime and you were just a boy
And all the lilacs in Ohio
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go.
In the city streets and the dirty winter snow
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio.

She is the love story you speak of
When you talk to Sam at the bar
But it's in the details your story often fails
Yeah, close, but no cigar

And you might see your own ass in a double whiskey glass
But you'll never erase her smile
And you'll never write it down, never find her in this town
Of phantom dreams and fingernail files

It was springtime, and you were just a boy
And all the lilacs in Ohio
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go
In city streets and the dirty winter snow
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio

So you pin her handkerchief to clean white linen sheets
And you unmake your bed and crawl in
You imagine her there and you're tangled in her hair
And she smells like flowers again

And it's springtime, and you were just a boy
All the lilacs in Ohio
All the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go
In the city streets and the dirty winter snow
All the lilacs in Ohio - hio

Up

 

 


I'm In Asheville

I'm in Asheville, I'm sorry
I guess I dropped the ball
In this game we were playing
I thought I'd given it my all

Just to get us back to zero
Or on Some scorecard anyhow
I'm in Asheville, I'm sorry
For throwing in the towel

As sunlight rode the mountain
And the rain chased me down
I could feel the heat from your face
I almost turned around

There's some things you can't come back from
If there's some things you won't go through
I'm in Asheville I'm sorry
I wanted this with you

On a road I never traveled
To a place I've never been
From these leftover feelings
A vision of you comes up again

And your dancin' by the radio
In some hotel room in my mind
And I'm in Asheville and I'm sorry
Forever leaving you behind

I'm in Asheville I'm sorry
For leaving you behind

Up

 

 


Light Of The Burning Sun

The message was sent
The task was done
Prayers offered up in the night
Faced the light of the burning sun

My brother was dead
By his own hand
A gun in the glove box
'Cause he carried money
For the old man

They say he gambled
Friday's payroll
Found him in his car
In a cornfield
Twenty one years old

He wanted to own
His own clothing store
Dressed like sam cooke
With the catholic girls
In his Fair lane Ford

Doing his job
Doing his best
Selling burnt orange
And avocado green kitchens
All across the midwest

The favored one
Me and my brothers all knew
My mother loved him more
Than she knew
What to do

The message was sent
The truth to tell
The officer tried to catch her
As she wept and fell

My father screamed no
And beat on the wall
Shook the foundations of the house
Shook the life out of us all

The priest came by
Undeterred
There to explain
The unexplainable
With god's word

The message was sent
A family gone
The death of a golden child
And nothing left
To carry on

The message was sent
The task was done
Prayers offered up in the night
Faced the light of the burning sun

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Little Goodnight

Jimmy met Mary on the Fourth of July
Independence Day you shoulda' seen her brown eyes
She came up from behind and stared tugging on his coat uh-huh
When his fireworks blew she was pushing like a tug boat

Nine months later they had a little sprite
She was pretty as a sunset they named her Little Goodnight
Now Little Goodnight she couldn't sleep too well uh-uh
Every night half the neighborhood could hear Jim and Mary tell her

They said, go to sleep baby don't cry
Count sheep your mother and I
Can't keep it up
If we don't get some sleep

Good night Little
Good night Little
Good night

Little good night started staying up a lot
With her big baby blues wide open like a rim shot
Jim and Mary thought parenthood was 'sposed to be a joy uh-huh
Started thinking bad thoughts started acting kinda paranoid

Well they took her to the doctor they took her to the nurse
There we potions recommended just like it was some kinda curse
Jim and Mary loved Little Goodnight so much uh-huh
But without those REMs they felt like they were losing touch

They said, go to sleep baby don't cry
Count sheep your mother and I
Can't keep it up
If we don't get some sleep

Good night Little
Good night Little
Good night

You'll have school one of these days
And children of your own to raise
In casual or business dress we have high hopes for you
But Little Goodnight first you'll need some rest

Now there's a woman on the street she's dancing on a blanket
Clutching a portable tape deck she's just about to crank it
She's listening to a song by miss Diana Ross uh-huh
Singing "Dreams can come true" Jim and Mary keep their fingers
crossed

They said, go to sleep baby don't cry
Count sheep your mother and I
Can't keep it up
If we don't get some sleep

Good night Little
Good night Little
Good night Little
Good night Little
Good night

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Buddy Boy

Buddy boy
Your feet are always headin' west
Your mind is lyin' in the weeds
Your heart is stompin' on your chest
Come down off your high horse
Why don't you just give it a rest
Buddy boy, buddy boy

Hey buddy boy
You just keep doin' what you do
You're gonna wake up some mornin'
Won't be no one 'round you
You'll be talkin to four walls
And one be talkin' back to you
Buddy boy, buddy boy

Oh buddy boy
Don't care how much you know yourself,
You can't think your way outta this one
You're gonna need some help

Buddy boy
Now who is givin' who the slip
Love is your destination
But your always on some kinda trip

Buddy boy
You think she's messin' with your head
But you better stop your ramblin'
Come home and sleep in your own bed
Before she gets tired of waitin' for ya
And someone's sleepin' there instead

Hey buddy
The river she run up hill
You don't think you're gonna make it
But I think you will
Forget the dreams you wasted
Forget the time you killed
Hey buddy boy, hey buddy boy

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Changes In My Mind

I'm sleeping in a fog and I'm driving a dirty car
Through the nightmares in my mind
I'm hitting all the puzzle pieces
Of the lifetimes you and I have left behind

It's not like I'm goin' somewhere
Tracking back cross burned out bridges
To become the man I thought i'd be
For you and me

I wake up as it clears and I feel to hold you near
And in your heart I find
Changes in my mind
Changes in my mind

If I could not break from all these thoughts that I mistake
For things I ought to do
Shoot my mouth off, break the levee
Sink down twenty thousand leagues into a sea black blue

'Cause everybody knows that I'm a fool
But your the only one who knows me better
Better to know that better's all we get
Baby, you bet.

And as I disappear and I feel to hold you near
It's in your heart I find
Changes in my mind
Changes in my mind

Like a cloud that gets away on one boys endless summer day
Well that's how I think of you
As I journey out cross hill and dale
but it's too late cause all the while you've disappeared view

And in my dream the moon comes up
As darkness draws across the valley
Like someone's taking x- rays of my heart
The broken part

Then morning comes so clear
And as I feel to hold you near
It's in your heart I find
Changes in my mind
Changes in my mind

Then morning comes so clear
And as I feel to hold you near
It's in your heart I find
Changes in my mind
Changes in my mind

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Keen Rambler

He's a keen rambler
Walks all over town
Walks all over town
Mornin' til the sun goes down
He's a keen rambler

Two three miles in the mornin'
Walking to the early church
Walk his children to school
Then he's walking to work

Never did care for the buggy
Never could ride no horse
Never got goin no motorcar
Like that natural force

He's a keen rambler
Walk all over town
Walk all over town
Walking this country down
He's a keen rambler

Going to get her flowers
Walking to the birthday store
Sweet to eat like candy
Always just a little bit more

She's a sweet little rolla
Roll him when the sun go down
Wake him up with a coffee cup
He rambles all over this town

He's a keen rambler
Walks all over town
Walks all over town
Mornin' til the sun goes down
He's a keen rambler

He's a keen rambler
Walk all over town
Walk all over town
Walking this country down
He's a keen rambler

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Sweet Dream

Eating honey from the Catskills
And I thought about you
Haven't been in that neck of the woods
Guess I'm long overdue

Getting hard to leave this hollow
My family's been two hundred years
Oh, but let me go a little while
Until this sweet dream disappears

I was up on Bear mountain
Hitchhiking in the dark
Not a headlight for hours
Things were looking pretty stark

Now I think about that starry night
And my eyes well up with tears
Oh let me cry a little while
until this sweet dream disappears

Got a ride with a shoe salesman
He said I never come this way
Every since they built the new road
Don't know why I did today

Getting harder to travel
It gets harder every year
But it only takes a little while
until this sweet dream disappears

Slept one time in New Jersey
By the side of the road
And I thought about your warm heart
As I shivered in the cold

Now I've stayed in fancy hotels
With crystal chandeliers
Let me stay here for a little while
until this sweet dream disappears

Eating honey from the Catskills
And I thought about you
Haven't been in that neck of the woods
Guess I'm long overdue

We were a long time together
And I've kept your memory near
Let me go there for a little while
Until this sweet dream disappears

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