Reviews

Marjorie Thompson has a no-nonsense, down-to-earth approach on Never Let Me Down, a style that lacks pretension by promising "what you see is what you get." The album gets a strong start with "Poster Child for the Blues," a funny take on a familiar genre. The song is greatly bolstered by Vincent Pasternak's viola (which most will mistake for a fiddle), reminding one of the old guitar-fiddle combos of the 1920s. The title track is pure traditional country and manages - as Jimmie Rodgers and other early country practitioners did - to keep its connection to the blues. The song is graced with lovely pedal steel work by none other than Buddy Cage. Thompson's vocals triumph more on sincerity than versatility, and it's easy to gain the impression that she's the best interpreter of her material. The arrangements vary from song to song, but they retain a similar roots feel. Spare combinations of mandolin, pedal steel, guitar, viola, and piano offer a nice range of set-ups that complement both the songs and Thompson's vocals. Another winning quality of Never Let Me Down is Thompson's predilection for writing songs with interesting chord changes, even when writing within a genre like the blues. She likewise has an affection for offbeat lyrics, as on "Hairdo Rag." Never Let Me Down is a nice, low-key effort by a talented writer.

- Ronnie D. Lankford, Jr., All Music Guide

 

"Marjorie Thompson, guitarist, singer, and composer, has released her third album - "Never Let Me Down." It is a mix of blues, country, and folk, with guitar, bass, mandolin, viola, Hammond organ, piano, and a Fender Rhode keyboard. Her album is stylistically characterized (lit. "stamped") by her finger picking and her singing. Marjorie Thompson prefers soft sounds. If her music were described in a word then it's "wonderful." Her pieces seldom fit in a clear musical category. She mostly mixes blues, country, and folk with a harmonic whole. "Heart Full of Love" sounds more like country; "Living With An Empty Heart" sounds a little like folk. She describes her music as "country blues." She demonstrates with "Money Blues" that she can play blues with groove. On it she plays one of the most extraordinary FUNNELbody guitars by Gottschall, which are not only beauties but also noticeable by their construction and sound. Marjorie Thompson is up until now probably only known to a few outside the USA. You can't find her albums in stores, but only buy through her website - a worthwhile effort. At the 2006 Frankfurt Music Show, she was a guest at master guitar maker Gottschall to show off his guitars with her music. Accompanied by only a bass player, she played and sang live as well as in a studio. During a short interview at the show, the American from Rhode Island came across just like her music: charming, friendly, and unpretentious.

- Wolfgang Henderkes

 

"Marjorie's new CD, Never Let me Down, never lets you down. Her writing and singing is wonderful as always ... her playing is endearing. This is a great addition to her body of work!"

- Jorma Kaukonen  (Hot Tuna)

 

"Marjorie Thompson, Never Let Me Down (MoSugar). Kicking off with a song titled "Poster Child for the Blues" may sound like a bit of a bummer, but Marjorie Thompson's vocal never allows us to feel too dejected. The country flavored "Heart Full of Love" likewise finds a certain beauty in feeling lonesome and blue. Never Let me Down succeeds thanks to its open, straightforward approach."

- RL (Sing Out Vol 49 #3 Fall 2005)

 

"Marjorie Thompson, fingerstyle guitarist/singer/writer/and, um, associate dean of biological sciences at Brown University, has done it again. 2005 brings us Marjorie's third and most ambitious recording so far - an album of first-class urban blues-idiom work, performed largely in thoughtful arrangements with bass, mandolin, viola, pedal steel, lead guitar, organ, piano, a sprinkling of percussion, and a potent secret weapon, Amy Helm of Ollabelle on harmony vocals. Marjorie's impressive playing style is a cross between Dave Van Ronk, Pat Sky, Jorma Kaukonen and John Hurt. A particularly haunting story-song, "The Party" is about a wake, set to an Irish-traditional sounding melody and structure, starting with "I went to your house tonight"  and ending with "I could feel and touch and taste and know that you were there somewhere." The CD's 12th piece, "Once Again and More," starkly accompanied by just her Collings OM-cutaway acoustic guitar, is crafted, as so much of Marjorie's work is, at the highest level of folk-acoustical literacy and addresses the durability of relationships by transporting the listener into a sweeping voyage whose melody and message resonate within a reverie of reflective introspection. This artist, who in her opener calls herself a "Poster child for the blues" never ceases to refresh us with her prodigious finger-driven playing, sparkling performance, self-deprecating wit and inspired imagination."

- Stan Jay, Mandolin Bros.

 

"Marjorie Thompson's "Never Let Me Down" seems to evoke the sultry, gold rush melodies of a frontier saloon, mixed with the 1960s bohemian coffee bars and folk clubs of Manhattan's Greenwich Village."

- Pete Sears (Hot Tuna, Jefferson Starship, Flying Other Bros.)

 

"I liked it very much. Your writing is reliably intelligent and the songs are very well crafted. Nice playing, and good back-up, too."

- Happy Traum

 

"I really enjoyed the lyrics, the tone of the guitar and your sense of timing."

- Pat Donohue (Prairie Home Companion)

 

"I think I am in minor state of awe. There is a real nice feel on this disc. Fabulous in fact!"

- RL Hegarty, NH Luesman

 

"Have been listening avidly and can't really find words to express admiration and awe - so "wow" will have to do. Unbelievably beautiful performance, writing and singing on your part. Perfect and moving arrangements to compliment the emotional mood of every song - Michael's efforts for sure, yes? Love the viola and harmonies on Empty Heart. And the pedal steel on several tracks is just thrilling. Your playing and singing has just matured so much - think you are in the big leagues now."

- Bob Doherty, NY

 

"I love it. You have the real vibe for this style of music. Not everyone can pull it off as you do. Angels Gonna Carry Me Home was especially compelling to me right now."

- Russ Paladino, Very Cool Media, NY

 

"The quality of the production values are a bit shocking. I can't believe how good it sounds. I didn't think I could be a bigger fan than I already am, but you have done it."

- Paul Karp, NY

 

"I'm in awe of your talent and songwriting. I love the CD. You are truly gifted. If this doesn't propel you into the big time, I don't know what will."

- Fran La Malva, Lizardeye Guitars

 

Lyrics

Poster Child for the Blues

Well I ain't pretty
Never could dance
My papa was the victim of circumstance
My teachers did not give me 
a second chance
I'm a poster child for the blues.

Well my mama she tried but not 
so hard
She held me but never in high regard
I was left in the box like a joker card
I'm a poster child for the blues.

Well I went to the doctor I spoke 
with the nurse
They told me I was suffering from 
a stubborn curse
It was only expected to get 
that much worse
I'm a poster child for the blues.

Well I'm the butt of the joke
Left holding the bag
You get the new suit, I get the rag
Well my lettuce is wilted and my 
bread's too hard
Others take the butter
I get the lard.

I take a message  from the IRS
Well my taxes they surely must 
be less
They answer with a penalty, 
and more to assess
I'm a poster child for the blues.

Well I tried to pray
I spoke with the Lord
I noticed he was getting 
mighty bored
He did not even bother to give 
me the word
I'm a poster child for the blues.

(You know where I'm 
going next)
I went to the crossroads, 
nothing to lose
The devil appeared, 
but he looked confused
He turned on his heel
and he returned my dues
I'm a poster child for the-
poster child for  the-
I'm a poster child for the blues.
Heart Full of Love

Well I woke up one morning
Sat up in bed
With an ache in my mind and 
a pain in my head
Well I'm crying and I'm moanin 
and I'm suffering in vain
I got a heart full of love
And a fistful of pain
I got a handful of tears, you left 
me to cry
When you walked out on me 
and you said goodbye

Well I woke up one morning,
Looked down at the floor
Things seemed no different than 
the night before
Well I'm crying and I'm moanin 
and I'm suffering in vain
I got a heart full of love
And a fistful of pain
I got a handful of tears, 
you left me  to cry  

When you walked out on me, 
and you  said good bye.

You've heard the symptoms
You've got the prescription
Honey you've given me a 
lifetime subscription
To ease this pain, honey, 
only you can make it right.
Oh honey come back 
and love me tonight.

Well I woke up one morning
Didn't know what to do
Things seemed no different 
from the last one through.
Well I'm crying and I'm moanin 
and I'm suffering in vain
I got a heart full of love
And a fistful of pain
I got a handful of tears, 
you left me  to cry
When you walked out on me, 
and you said good bye.
When you walked away, 
and you said good bye.

Never Let Me Down

You pick me up
With some questionable intentions
You hold me with a link of chain
You fill me up with some kind of 
crazy ideas
You pour some medication to 
relieve my pain
Oh you never let me go
You never let me fall, 
you never let me off when my 
back's on the wall
You never let me down, easy.

Each time I try
To get up and fly
You push me off the window sill
You offer me your hand
But that look is in your eye
I'm a prisoner in your net 
and you won't let me die
Oh you never let me go
You never let me fall, 
you never let me off when 
my back's on the wall
You never let me down, easy.

You never let me down easy
I never feel that soft feather bed
One thing is true I can count on you
You never let me down.
You make my heart race
You make my hands shake

Oh baby you make my knees 
give out
Gut wrench
Mind doubt
You never let me down, easy.

You hold me up with a 
strong foundation
Sustain me with words of steel
You pour some concrete and 
raise my roof
Secure is how you make me feel.
Oh you never let me go
You never let me fall you never let me off
when my back's on the wall
You never let me down, easy.

You never let me down easy
I never feel that soft feather bed
One thing is true I can count on you
You never let me down.
You make my skin crawl
You make my jelly roll
Oh baby you make my engine grab
Teeth chatter
Back stab
You never let me down, easy.
You never let me down, easy.
You never let me down.
Runnin Blues

Well they's a runnin,
Runnin round the corner
They's a runnin,
Runnin down the street
They's a runnin, 
all over the neighborhood
They got their high heel shoes 
on their feet.

The blues is all around me, 
blues is on a roll
You can see them out 
every window
Out every door, and every hole
They's tearing me apart, 
they's tearing me in two
cause those runnin blues, 
is runnin through my heart.

They's a runnin,
Runnin round my kitchen
They's a runnin, round my 
livin room
They's a runnin, all round my closet
and I can't catch them
with no dustpan and broom

The blues is all around me, 
blues is on a roll
You can see them out every window
Out every door, and every hole
They's tearing me apart, 
they's tearing me in two
cause those runnin blues, 
is runnin through my heart.
They's a runnin,
Runnin up and down my back
They's  a runnin, all round my head
They's a runnin
All down  my fingertips
and hiding under my bed.

The blues is all around me, 
blues is on a roll
You can see them out every window
Out every door, and every hole
They's tearing me apart, 
they's tearing me in two
cause those runnin blues, 
is runnin through my heart.

... and they's a tearin me in two.

Living with an Empty Heart

It happened once again
It occurred the other night
Could not have been avoided
But it gave me such a fright
I had the strangest vision
A terrible creation
A most peculiar artifact
Of my imagination

Oh I dreamed of an empty heart
It was only an empty shell
It was cold, so lonely
Dried up and dark
Dreamin  of an empty heart.

Dried up and dark like 
an old dry well.
Empty and hollow like a rusted bell
Well,  I accepted my predicament
Bloodless, hopeless testament
Living with an empty heart.

It happened once before
But maybe I forgot
The feeling that the clock 
had stopped
And put me on the spot
It was a scary premonition
A  most unpleasant vision
Like living without oxygen
Or water in the ocean

Oh I dreamed of an empty heart
It was only an empty shell
It was cold so alone
Nothing there to hold
Dreamin of an empty heart.

Dried up and dark like an old dry well.
Empty and hollow like a rusted bell
With due respect to my lost innocence
I'm living with the consequence
Living with an empty heart.
So Long Blues

Hang me oh hang me
Cover up my eyes
Put me on the southbound train
Where the moon don't rise
Carry me to the other side, 
my race is almost run
Let me out upon a pallet, 
feet turned toward the sun
So long, so long
I'll be  laying here so long.

Lyin here so  cold and white,
I did not look my best
Wrapped up in a linen sheet
Hands across my chest.
Eyes are pressed so tightly closed,
lips are sealed just so
Lying here so patiently, 
soon its time to go
So long, so long
I'll be  laying here so long.

How long is this journey?
How long is this ride?
How long will I have to wait 
til I get to the other side?
One thing that I know is true
I'll be laying here, just as long 
as you.
So long, so long
I'll be  laying here so long.

If I were a gambler
A cheater and a thief
I'd be laying here for eternity,
expecting no relief
If I did not lie or steal, 
but told the truth instead
I'd still end up cold and stiff
one morning in my bed.
So long, so long,

I'll be  laying here so long.
The Party

I went to your house tonight, 
a vision I could find
Composed and told most carefully and played out in my mind

It must have been your property 
I saw it plain and clear
The fields and sky and landscape seemed like you were there.

People filled that old garage, 
talking easily
Friends and kids and relatives, 
mingled gracefully

One guy set of fireworks, 
one guy stoked the flame
One guy played an old guitar, 
I didn't catch his name.

I was there
I could feel it in the air
I could feel and touch and taste 
and know
that you were there somewhere.

There was Bob and Will and Jean and Dave  and one girl called Maria
They poured red wine and asked my name, and said hey, 
nice to see ya

I looked around to find you, 
I knew you must be there
But the darkness made it hard to see though the moon was full and clear

I stared up at the moon so bright I listened
for the sound
Of spirits lit upon my heart, 
I felt you all around.

Oh, I went to your house tonight 
a vision I could find
Composed and told most carefully and played out in my mind

I was there
I could feel it in the air
I could feel and touch and taste 
and know that you were 
there somewhere.

Angels Gonna Carry Me Home

I'm a leavin, 
won't be back no more
I'm a leavin for a distant shore
When you close that door, 
lock it up so tight
Angels gonna guide me through 
the darkest night
I'm a leavin
Angels gonna carry me home.

Open up the sky
It's the break of day
Open up the sky
It's a long long way.
Well this ain't no vacation, 
ain't no retreat
Angels gonna  lead me cross 
the widest street
I'm a leavin
Angels gonna carry me home.

Judgement comes a calling
Hear that doorbell chime
Judgement gonna count
Every sin and crime
I know its my turn
When I hear that sound
Read the verdict, 
tell me where I'm bound.

I'm flyin out this morning
Leave the clouds behind
I'm flyin out this morning
I got peace to find
My number's confirmed, 
papers all signed
No more sorrow or trouble in mind,
I'm a leavin
Angels gonna carry me home.
Hairdo Rag

I didn't want to get
my hair wet.
Girls can be crazy
But it doesn't seem fair
Cause its lot of trouble
To do our hair.

That's why I didn't want to get
my hair wet.

Here's what happened:
We took a swim in the pool
To try to get cool
But I could not be urged to get submerged.

I said, I didn't want to get
my hair wet.

Oh you laughed at me
Teased me good.
Cause I would not immerse, like you thought I should.

I said, I didn't want to get
my hair wet.
So here's the story
Here's the bottom line
Girls just want their hair
To keep lookin fine.
Therefore, I didn't want to get
my hair wet.
Oh, I didn't want to get
my hair wet.
Do Me Like You Do

Baby won't you come here 
and do me so nice
Sprinkle me with sugar 
and more of that spice
Dial my number, 
give me all your advice
Baby won't you Do Me Like You Do.

Baby won't you come here 
and do me so fine
I'm sittin here wonderin, 
drinking too much wine
Waitin for days by the 
telephone line
Baby won't you Do Me Like You Do.

Well I've been long suffering
Even tempered
And understanding
Try so hard to avoid being
Overly demanding
I comprehend the rules
But I'm tired of playin the fool
I've been patient calm and kind
But I'm about to lose my mind.

Baby come over you know the way
Yours bills are overdue 
and I can help you pay
There's hardly any more I can 
do or say
Baby won't you Do Me Like You Do.
Well I've paid your meter my 
last dime
The clock I'm watching is almost 
out of time
I just want to hear that old 
door bell chime
Baby won't you Do Me Like You Do
Oh Baby won't you Do Me Like You Do.
Money Blues

They're hurtin me, they always do
I'm bruised and battered, 
through and through

Got no green to pay my dues
I got them hard luck, 
empty pocket, out of money blues.

They're hurtin me, I feel that ache
There ain't hardly nothing left 
to take
Got no food and no more booze
I got them hard luck, 
empty pocket, out of money blues.

No more credit, no  more cash
No more checks or coin
No more plastic no more sock
Soon my head's on the 
choppin block

Got no more green to pay my dues
I got them hard luck, 
empty pocket, out of money blues.

They're hurtin me, I don't 
know when
I'll ever pay my rent again.
Lost my shirt and lost my shoes,
I got them hard luck, 
empty pocket, out of money blues.
No more bonds, no bank account
No more good investments
No extensions, no delay
My number's up and it ain't paid
Got no green to pay my dues
I got them hard luck, empty pocket, out of money blues.
Once Again and More

Can you see the postcard
Things we've said and done
Smiling for the camera, 
squinting at the sun
Wishin you were  here with me,
standing at the door
Holding like we used to a 
thousand times before
We are tethered to this highway
Finds a new direction
Finds a different rendezvous
Another clear connection
Makes a new horizon, 
edges reach so far
Oh hold on  here  beside me now
Once again and more.

Oh hold on fast, hold on tight, 
be my evening star tonight
I'll be the light upon our shore
Oh hold on, hold on,
Once again and more.
The scene is sometimes faded
Cloudy and obscure
Help put back the pieces, 
they way they fit before
I can't understand the parts
They're lyin on the floor
Edges frayed like memories 
that once were so secure
We are gliding in this atmosphere
Floating in the sea
Blowing with the  winds of change
Running wild and free
Hearts so light we can fly, 
feet can't fell the floor
Oh hold on here beside me now
Once again and more.

Oh once more through the galaxy, once more through the fire
Hanging on a thread of smoke 
and wire
I'll be the light upon your shore
Oh hold on, hold on,
Once again and more.
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All songs written, arranged, produced & performed by Marjorie Thompson, except where noted.
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