So, seven years ago today, the earthly part of the world
lost one of its’ greatest advocates when Don Truesdail passed away. A
songwriter and freedom fighter, in the most artsy and traditional sense of the
word, Don cared a lot and did what he could in his 34 earthly years to create
and leave a legacy that will long outlive him. Much like David Bowie, Don did
what he could in his time to leave and impression and make a positive
difference. As his dear friend, I for one, greatly appreciate it.
Don referred to himself as a bard. Like many other Don
things, for me to know what he actually meant, I had to study some. So “bard”,
by definition, means
bard1 n
1. in
ancient Celtic culture, a poet who composed and recited epic poems describing
important events
2. a
poet, especially one of national importance (literary or humorous)
So, Don wasn’t just writing songs for yuks. He cared and
dared to try to make a difference.
bard2 n
a piece of armor for a horse
vt
1. to
put a bard on a horse
2. to
cover meat with fat before roasting it to prevent it from drying out
I highly doubt he meant that one, because Don didn’t eat
meat.
The Operation 365 is all about everyone and this video,
recorded at a tribute convert his widow, Nancy produced on 1-16-2015 explains
in more detail than I ever realized I had, the deep connection between Don
Truesdail and the Operation 365. It’s not too late to get to know, Don. Thank
God! I strongly suggest it.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Covers – 20 “The Bastards”
by Don Truesdail - 10-16-2015
Seven years ago today, one of my best pals, “The Parlor City
Bard,” Don Truesdail passed away. Fortunately, he left behind a long legacy of
love and music. His 3 thick, rich CDs are available at www.truesdailstudio. Each tune on each
one of them is jam-packed with all the depth, truth, wisdom, knowledge and passion
that Don brought with him everywhere he went. In New York City, 1961, Bob Dylan
would have been his songwriting buddy instead of me. I’m extremely blessed and
so was he. He woulda told ya himself, he was “living the dream,” like so many
of transplanted east coasters in Ocean Beach and Southern California.
This is “The Bastards,” one of Don’s dark intense classics,
one I’d wanted to learn for a long time. Here, I perform it at a show thrown in
Don’s honor, featuring his music, at Across the Street, San Diego, CA on October
16, 2015 with the great Paul Ruiz on trumpet.
Hail forever.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Originals – 20 “You’re
Innate”
Everybody has incredible abilities. Everybody is precious
and crucial and it’s not too late to recognize that.
in·nate adj
1. relating
to qualities that a person or animal is born with
2. forming
an integral part of something
3. coming
directly from the mind rather than being acquired by experience or from
external sources
4. used
to describe an anther that is joined to the filament by its base only
5. forming
an integral part of the thallus
Every single person is worth infinitely more than all the
money in the world. I truly believe that. This song talks about that and wasn’t
exclusively written ‘cause it gave me an excuse to sing a deep song where I
sing words that sound like “urinate” over and over.
I am deep and mature.
Shout-out to my friend, Chase (also deep and mature), whose
house I was at when I wrote this song. Also, to my special friend Eve, whose
told me many times how much she digs this song.
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