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Jack Common (1903 – 20 January 1968) was a British socialist, essayist and novelist.
Common's writing was warm, ironic and quirky. He soon won admirers throughout the 1930s as a writer with a genuine proletarian viewpoint, as distinct from the purveyors of middle-class Marxist fiction. He was invited in 1930 by John Middleton Murry, founder and editor The Adelphi, who had noticed an essay he had written, to become circulation promoter and later assistant editor of the magazine. For a period in 1936 he was acting editor, and a collection of his articles The Freedom of the Streets appeared in 1938. V.S. Pritchett considered the book to have been the most influential in his life, and George Orwell heard in the essays 'the authentic voice of the ordinary working man, the man who might infuse a new decency into the control of affairs if only he could get there, but who in practice never seems to get much further than the trenches, the sweatshop and the jail.'E. M. Forster also praised Common as a "warm-hearted, matey writer."
Jez Lowe singing the title track from the album Jack Common's Anthem
Jez Lowe, James Keelaghan and Archie Fisher perform as Men at Words in a benefit show for FOLK New England (http://folknewengland.org) performance on Thursday, April 9, 2015 at the Somerville Armory, Somerville, Mass. Video: Steve Ide Productions (http://steveideproductions.com).
The album Bowl, Holland by Common Jack Available on iTunes, Amazon, Bandcamp For more info, visit commonjackmusic.com Produced by platinum producer Jim Ebert Engineered by Sean Russell Recorded at Cue Recording Studios TRACKS: Hymn I I Fall Away Skin and Bone And It Nearly Killed Me! Restless She Don't A Short Reprise for Toronto The Echo Bowl, Holland
Watch the whole session at: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLhSqA7vE5pHGb0vxrjH7VjE4Gmc2EDT9u On September 13th, 2016, we teamed up with our good friends from Common Jack to record three tracks of their new album, "Strange New State". We made our way to a rooftop in Ridgewood, Queens to do a live recording session with the beautiful New York City skyline at sunset as our backdrop. This is the third video from the session, "Spanish Bird" To learn more about Common Jack, visit their website at www.commonjackmusic.com Common Jack - John Gardner (Lead Vocals/Guitar) - Alex Nee (Bass/Vocals) - Joe Carroll (Lead Guitar/Vocals) - Aaron Drescher (Cajon) Charging Moose Media - Marcus Thorne Bagala (Audio Engineer/Mixer) - Garrett Kafchinski (Cinematographer) - Ned Donovan (Director/Edi...
At Henshaws Arts & Crafts Centre, Knaresborough, North Yorkshire. Friday 17th December 2010. Winter Almanac Tour.
From the album Bowl, Holland Available for purchase at https://commonjack.bandcamp.com Also available on iTunes & Amazon More info at http://www.commonjackmusic.com LYRICS: As I lay in bed again, Searching the shadows of a stolen line, You're gone once more to roam, Carving a message on the concrete sky. Swallow your doubt, come back to me, East of the lantern lies a lonely mess. We'll go there anyway To sing the praises of our loneliness. We're standing with each other Eye to eye, thigh to thigh, And no one sees the set of keys on the windowsill, We stand so still, I've had my fill of you now. Love, it seems you've come too late tonight, I've turned out the light And gone to bed to rest my head Oh there's nothing to say, You cannot stay, I fall away from you now. I fall away. ...
Our first Jack Daniels cocktail, we're starting easy with some Jack Daniels, Amaretto and a bit of dr. pepper and cranberry juice. 1 oz. Jack Daniels, 1 oz. Amaretto, Splash of Cranberry, Top with Dr. pepper. Get the highball from this episode: http://bit.ly/VKEct4 Join us on facebook: http://on.fb.me/QH5dJ7
From the album Bowl, Holland Available for purchase at https://commonjack.bandcamp.com Also available on iTunes & Amazon More info at http://www.commonjackmusic.com LYRICS: Get me out of the desert sun, Get me a drink and we'll have some fun Cause it's all a game. Yeah I'm not scared of a smoking gun, My skin in thick and my brain is numb So it's all the same. I'll go anywhere the moon has friends, I'll follow him down to where the black street ends, And I'm not alone. Yeah I'm not scared of a spinning wheel Where lives are lost and the dead can steal So I'll throw my money stone. All I see: Lonely me. Cause I was there In the county chair And the judge's hair Was white as snow But he was gone. Oh my life! Oh my children! Oh my wife! Can you tell me, am I broken? Oh my lord won...
We met up with Common Jack and performed a song from his debut album BOWL, HOLLAND. Available on Apple Music and Spotify.
Phone rings twice*
Hello?
(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone call
In a new york state correctional facility
Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline
Verse one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck y'all feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by one
And laugh while the nig run
He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
'cause he got slippin like an old bitch
In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
To tha police, but them no worry me son
I ain't trying to get back it'd be my third felony
Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
A true project nigga, I won't hesitate
To pull the blaow, peace to all busy niggaz
One love y'all stay safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga case
Chorus: repeat 4x
Whoo whoo
Jiggy comin, fuck tha police y'all, 'cause I ain't runnin
Verse two:
All y'all police can suck my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit
I represent, for all my niggaz doing time
And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
Them think them bad, 'cause they carry, glocks and badges
And when I'm pimpin in my green acura
They pull me over, like I stole it from some nigga
But all my paperwork is legit
Registered insured in my name, so y'all pigs can shit
Police be cockin me like I'm some dime piece
A g from the street so I can never turn beast
Chorus
Verse three:
There's crooked cops, that's why they get shot by tha minute
If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, that's how I like it, word is bond
My hair ain't blonde my eyes ain't blue so now I'm dead boo
It's on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
I gots fam that's constant understand I wish they would
But it's all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jail
Bushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale
Down low wrecka and junior be on storm
Keep your headz up, and keep it real 'cause you know I'm gonna
And for my niggaz doin six months
I see yo ass next summer, word up