Earle was likely about 20 years from finding and marrying Allison Moorer, and that's kind of an eternity, or might as well be in a life that has had all the tough breaks and hard living his has. Even though he was much younger than he is now, he looked older--beat, bloated, and with unwashed hair hanging down, and harmonica holder around his neck--yet brilliant, tender, sad, and in the kind of misery only an angel like EmmyLou Harris can temporarily save you from.
EmmyLou is in this video a silver haired unicorn princess of alt. country music--then and now, impossibly, painfully gorgeous, but this was like, oh my god, as pretty as her voice is, that's what she looked like, and totally tuned into him during the duet as if to say, I love you Steve, God loves you, music loves you, and all I care to do right now is sing this pretty song about regret which is one of the greatest songs that has ever been, which you happened to write, with all the sincerity there is in the world, and appreciate the beauty and sadness of it while I look right at you.
Now if you think I'm exaggerating, you can just look at this right now:
So I listened to it 208,345 times according to the YouTube hit counter, and tried to get all the timing and chord changes right. It's got some unexpected things in there, sudden E minors where there were none in the first chorus. Also in the line about Mexico, the melody goes all mariachi all of a sudden where it wasn't in the parallel line before.
And then I went to sleep but first played myself the recording of the anthemic piano thing I had played and jotted down in the afternoon. I thought if I heard it right before I went to bed that I'd wake up with words or a riff. And I did, only it was for a completely different song. . . This one.
Wrote it after stumbling awake in the dark, getting my tea, sitting down , written down in morning journal writing, and refined on the bed in front of a video camera with a guitar. Had it by 8:35 a.m. I don't think it has that much to do with the anthemic piano thing or the sweet consolation of country music regret sung by supernatural angels and fallen men. But its something.
". . .And What We Don't Know" 6-12-11
Music and Lyrics by
Michael Alan Silverstone
©2011 Mr. Silverstone Music Publishing/ASCAP