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John Butler
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My Grandfather's Guitar
This next song is, is hum...
A song that's really dear to me.
In 1968, my grandfather John Francis Richard Bulter, hum...
He passed away, in a bushfire in Nannup.
He was fighting it with a group of people and he died with 3 other men.
And hum, he left his widdow wife, Philippa my grandmother, and, and 8 children.
The youngest being 7 month and the oldest being 10.
And hum, he used to play guitar very much like this.
This is a National but he used to play a 1930's Dobro guitar.
And my grandmother said, my grandmother said,
The fisrt child who learn how to play will receive the dad's guitar.
And so... For some reason and other my father and my seven uncles and aunties did'nt learn how to play.
And I did, I did at the age of 16,
after breaking my arm twice and doing some other stuff.
I'm somehow still managed to learn how to play the guitar.
And hum I received it on my 16th birthday and I didn't know what to do with it at all.
I was in the Jane's Addiction and The Cure and 'Endup UA' and like De La Soul and Soundgarden and 'Pearl Jam', Bob Marley.
And I just didn't know what to do with something like this.
Hum, I wasn't in the blues music and I wasn't in the country or I didn't think I was.
I started 'buskin' and discovered open tuning and this old Jeff and Jeff kind of changed my life.
And ever since he made root music makes sense to me so I pulled out this guitar and started playin' on it.
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And hum, beautiful thing.
This is not it unfortunatly.
I don't take it out on the road because I think baggage handlers
from ever their young age learned the word called 'fragile'
and somehow... means throw.
And hum, I don't know I've seen it, first hand.
It's like: 'Fragile, ooh wakaaaaa!'
It's like if you didn't put fragile on it they'd probably place it down, but when they see 'Fragile', 'Stupid fragile, I hate fragile'.
Anyways my grandfather used to always play this song.
And to the point where my grandmother got sick of hearing it.
And I always thought I'd...
I wanted to learn this song one day.
And then my grandmother got sick and I though I'd missed my oportunity to, to play to her.
I tough she was going to pass.
And so I went out and learned it really quickly and I went to her and I, and I played this song.
And, And she didn't pass, and, and now we sing it everytime we're together.
It's a lovely old Irish song.
And it kind of fits in with the whole history of longing and loss and missing someone you love.
It a song called Danny Boy.
So, I'll play it for you now...
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