"Reservations" by Adam Horn

Stonewall is going home for Thanksgiving, but is also in the meanwhile cooking up a spare covers EP celebrating Wilco's 20th Anniversary. Wilco will be celebrating with a weeklong residency at the Riviera Theatre in their native Chicago.

This is the first song we finished from that EP, the closer from their album 'Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.' Like a bunch of Jeff Tweedy songs, 'Reservations' can be read on its own as a beautiful short poem; but then you'd miss the big-hearted almost-country chorus. Don't miss it.

Karl Barth said that whoever has to contend with unbelief should be advised not to take their doubts too seriously; 'only faith is to be taken seriously.' Wilco says something like that here.

For thanks, for faith, and for as few reservations as possible,

Stonewall

"Waiting on a Friend" by Adam Horn

'Waiting on a Friend' was the second single off the Rolling Stones' album 'Tattoo You'. Unlike 'Satisfied Mind', there is a once and forever definitive version of this one: the Stones version.

'Tattoo You' was mostly a bunch of old unfinished demos rewritten and retooled; 'Waiting on a Friend' in particular was a promising track Mick Jagger had never got around to writing lyrics for. The loose, lighthearted lyric Jagger eventually came up with -- and the Sonny Rollins saxophone that sends the song in the stratosphere -- make the album version a testament to keeping old ideas kicking around, and to keeping old friends close. The Stonewall version is a testament to alternate tunings, snippeting soul standards, and also to friends, too.

"A Satisfied Mind" by Adam Horn

Originally composed by songwriters Red Hayes and Jack Rhodes as a country ballad in the ‘50s, “Satisfied Mind” reads like the cross-stitched wall of a southern grandma’s house, feels like a hymn, and has found no definitive version in the half-century since its writing. From Porter Wagoner’s Opry-ready version to Bob Dylan’s god-awful gospel version off Saved to Justin Vernon and Jeff Buckley’s elegiac soulful covers, it’s a simple song that’s been surprisingly hard to pin down. 

This is a Stonewall version and it is not definitive. A few weeks ago, we moved into a red house in Brooklyn with some space to record. We have another EP in the works, but we aren’t satisfied with it yet. While we work on the new material, we’re going to record one-take, live covers of some guiding songs. These will be recorded in the laundry room (sometimes during laundry time) in the time it takes to run a load. On this record, we want more soul, more joy, and more clean boxers. And if we can’t write it we’ll steal it. Someone else’s joy is just as good as our own. The same thing does not apply to underwear.

“Money can’t buy back your youth when you’re old,”

Stonewall