September 26/365 Songs 19

Gillian Welch goes flat, every time. In fact, I’d argue that in “Tennessee” she masters flatness – the deadpan delivery, the hopeless lyric, the simple facts and nothing but. David Rawlings – sigh! – his fingers are a mystery, and somehow he harmonizes with her without going flat. “It’s beefsteak when I’m working, whiskey when I’m dry, and sweet heaven when I die.”


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