UNRELEASED SONGS 

The 33rd Of August Sessions



On April 29, 1969, one month after the Sunday Concert album was recorded, Lightfoot went into a Nashville studio to record some tracks, none of which we know of were ever used.

The session was devoted to a song called, "33rd Of August" but an attempt at "Leaves Of Grass" was also made, sounding much different than the Sunday Concert cut.  The session consists of Lightfoot on vocals and 12-string guitar (six-string for Leaves Of Grass), Rick Haynes on bass, Red Shea on lead guitar, Kenny Buttrey on drums and an unidentified keyboard player.

"33rd Of August" was written by Mickey Newbury.  Eliot Mazer was in the control room as producer.  I don't know this for a fact, but it might be possible that a studio album was being considered as the final album under Lightfoot's UA contract, before finally settling on the live release.  There are discussions of string arrangements, so it was certainly much more than a demo session. If this was the case, then perhaps Lightfoot considered doing an album of cover songs, saving his own compositions for his WB debut.  This is all mere speculation, but the fact remains that these sessions took place and were never released.

There were three complete takes of "33rd Of August" as well as five aborted takes of the song from this session and one complete take of "Leaves Of Grass," with some priceless between-take commentary throughout the entire session from Lightfoot and Red Shea, in particular, and Eliot Mazer can be heard from the control room.

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33rd Of August
by Mickey Newbury


(D) Today there's no salvation, the (G) band's packed up and gone
I'm (A) standing with my penny in my (D) hand
There's a big crowd at the station, where the (G) blind man sings his song
But (A) he can see what they can't under(D)stand

It's the (G) thirty third of August
And I'm finally touching (D) down
 (G) Eight days from (Em) Sunday finds me (A) Saturday (D) bound

Lord I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
I woke up in the jungle, but the forest and the trees
Offered me no shelter from the rain

It's the thirty third of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound

I put my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
I killed my violent nature with a smile
Though the demons danced and sang their songs within my fevered brain
Not all my god-like thoughts Lord, were defiled

It's the thirty third of August
And I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound