Levon Helm, “Little Birds” (2007) - Sunday Music! Working upstate has begun rewiring my ears, away from trax and back towards The Song, which has often meant towards storytellers and their timeless chore. Some research sprung on me to the idea that religious summer camps (a common vacation getaway throughout American history) were once set up not just for folks to get right with God, but also as social gatherings, at times some of the only interactions-with-other-humans that the rurals would experience over the course of the year. So - after church, you had people working on other stories, their telling, their creation and, sometimes, their tawdry execution. Levon being an Arkansas boy, knew the connection between the spiritually sacred and the spiritually functional pretty well. On the package of Dirt Farmer, for which this version was recorded, the song is credited as a “traditional,” but a cursory comb through Levon Helm critical literature says that he’s been signing it in one form or another since the early days of The Band, waiting and looking for a perfect bride all this time.