Or We Just Disagree by Dave Mason. Great 12 string song.
Thanks. This year's celebration certainly was an improvement on last year's. Last year, the most challenging and hardest week of my life was topped off at about 2:00 AM on Father's Day. I also learned that some hospitals in America's health care system are interested in profit over patient. That's a battle I wish on no one.
That song is Sundown by Gordon Lightfoot. :-)
Happy NGD. I've enjoyed playing around with my 12 string. At the most recent ChordieStock at Topdown's house, I borrowed his 12 string for Southern Cross and then played it pretty regularly for the next several days.
I am glad not to live in the era of shame flutes. Strange the effort people went through to be cruel.
As for the travel question, I think I would like to be among some of the White explorers of the Shenandoah Valley. To see it when it was fresh, when the tribal people living there named it "Daughter of the Stars" because of how the water sparkled and glistened, to cast a fly to big fish who had never seen one. I think that would be glorious.
i bought a mountain bike about 15 years ago, but as a fair weather rider i only took it out on sunny summer days. i got it out of the shed last year to take a spin to find the gears had stuck and the back wheel was buckled....so after a quick ride round the block it went back to the shed where it will hibernate till i can be bothered to get it fixed.
as a consequence; i've put on a ton of weight and my belly has expanded to 8 months pregnant status!
Good gravy! It takes a lot to buckle a bike tire. Now I'm curious as to what goes on in your shed.
Im not much of a bike rider but around the part of the world where I live there is many Mountain Bike Trails. A short video of one close by attached.
Beautiful facility. I used to ride like that back in my BMX days when I was vigorous and indestructible.
Excellent!! I mentioned before I've started a new job; part of my daily routine is biking to the train station, these are some pics I put together, strung into a video:
Should I expect to see you coasting into my driveway this summer?
Not unless I park down the street. LOL.
New Bike Day.
You folks know a bit about what I was going through the past few years. My father had dementia and Alzheimers, which took a lot of care, and just tons and tons of road food and absolutely no exercise. So I put on a lot of weight. Now I need to work it off. My favorite form of exercise is bike riding. Today I bought a new bike. My first new bike since 1990 or so. It is a Specialized Sirrus that the guy who sold it to me took care to adjust and tweak and get just right for me. He actually refused to sell it to me until I had taken it for a ten mile (or so) ride AFTER he set it up to make certain that I was going to like it. I'm glad he did, because I had him make some additional adjustments when I returned from the ride.
The bike shop also sells coffee, so he made me a fantastic double latte with vanilla too.
I am very happy to have this new bike and excited to start putting miles on it.
I'll get a picture from the trail soon.
I've never been a huge fan of either Dylan or Springsteen, so don't really have much to say about either. Chuck Berry changed the country and views of mainstream racial discrimination. That's some powerful pop music.
But the most important aspect of this conversation is that retrospectrascope is a FANTASTIC word.
Fireman. Two syllables.
Stoker. Two syllables.
Watertender. Four syllables.
That is a demonstration of how governments add efficiency to processes.
It's funny that Dirty Ed mentioned James River Blues, because that's the first song that came to my mind as well.
However, the engineer and coal man of a steam locomotive may count in "The Wreck of Old 97". https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=et3fVvAbL7k
As a boy, I rather liked the Whipped Cream cover from Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass.
Well I've known Dirty Ed for a long time, and he me. I haven't seen anything resembling intellectual stimulation and enhancement from him, and I expect he hasn't seen it from me. Maybe the bourbon we share cancels that out.
Here's one that I remembered really liking. "Tulsa Sounds Like Trouble To Me" by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSO_0sP1ymY
I hadn't heard the John Prine and Iris DeMint "Here I Come" either. If it's by Prine, I'm fairly sure to like it.
Greetings PrineFan, John Prine is playing a concert here in our little city of Wellington, New Zealand tonight Saturday 2nd March.. Unfortunately for me a family commitment means I wont be there.
Zurf I just checked out Rocky Top on Youtube I love their harmonies and fast moving banjo. Thank you for introducing me to that song and the Osborne Brothers.
That was PrineFan too, but I'll bask in the glory of his credit in the meanwhile.
I tried to make a guitar based version of Rocky Top, but had to change the roll pattern up as I wasn't able to get that banjo sound on my guitar. Dirty Ed is pretty good at that, but I couldn't make it work.
Regarding my comments on moderation, a member whose profile name included a profanity asked a question. I moved the post to a forum not visible to other members and notified other moderators that I was contacting the member to answer the question and to request reregistering under a different profile name. A different moderator banned the member before I could send a message. I was frustrated for being hamstrung in that way and let them know. Three moderators who I've known for ten years began insulting and presuming things about me as a result. I contacted the site owner for a call on the appropriate way to handle. He said he preferred my approach. The three continued the barrage on me. Three moderators quit over the treatment to which I was subjected for suggesting we treat members with courtesy. Two have come back, but only rarely and only at the insistence of Beamer, who wanted our input on some songs he had posted.
When three moderators quit on the same day because of the heavy handedness of other moderators, that's overmoderation. When moderation staff ignores the preference of the site owner to defend their heavy handedness, that's over moderation. How many moderators are listed for the site compared to non-moderating contributors? I haven't counted, but it's probably around 1:1. That's the predictable outcome.
I stand by my statement. We have few contributors because of overmoderation.
Anybody heard from Upyerkilt, Old Doll, James Mc____ (can't remember his last name), Marcallan, Jerome outside of his niche in Theory and Recording, Topdown, BaldGuitarDude, or even me much lately? Some have left completely, and others have severely curtailed their participation over this issue. In the meanwhile, the site is safe for the possibility that one day Phill's grandchild might possibly come here and not be corrupted. But - so far as I know there isn't one shred of evidence suggesting that reading a profane word has actually corrupted anyone. So, good for us for protecting people who aren't here from something that is highly unlikely, I suppose.
It's over-moderated, and when moderation is required, too forcefully done. We can't ban every person who doesn't conform to unstated standards then wonder why there's no one around.
I loved his character in the Buffy The Vampire Slayer movie.
A darned shame.
That's How I Got To Memphis-Tom T Hall
Memphis Tennessee- Johnny Rivers version esp
Rocky Top- Osbourne Brothers
Detroit City- Bobby Bare
Amarillo By morning-?
I think Amarillo By Morning is George Straight, but if not I'm sure someone will correct me. No idea on 500 Miles. It's a wonderful standard, though.
I'll add to the list a couple of my favorite place songs:
Leaving Louisiana in the Broad Daylight (Rodney Crowell), and
Memphis in the Meantime (John Hiatt)
I particularly like the Bo Diddly groove John Hiatt gets going in Memphis in the Meantime.
Growing up in the Appalachian mountains in Pennsylvania, I encountered Pennsylvania black bears fairly frequently when hiking or fishing. Only once was there any altercation when a couple of cubs decided we hikers looked fun to play with. We hikers took off running downhill just as fast as we could and kept doing it until we reached a creek swollen with snow melt. We plunged into that stream and quickly decided we'd rather face the bears. Two or three steps and our feet and legs were frozen! Fortunately, the cubs had given up their interest in us and Mama's only interest (as ours) was keeping us away from her cubs. Pennsylvania black bears eat mostly berries and grubs. They tend not to be aggressive and there's little cause for fear.
Hunters swear that they see mountain lion/puma/cougar in Pennsylvania and Virginia woods, though our departments of environment say there aren't any. I suppose the trail cameras must be lying, as certainly the government agencies must know best. I have seen bobcats, which are a smaller wild cat. I've even had one that used to come quite often to yell at a racoon that lived in a maple tree outside my bedroom window. I don't know what that racoon ever did to the bobcat, but that bobcat surely gave the racoon a piece of his mind with monotonous regularity. I'm not sure if you've ever heard a bobcat scream, but it sounds like what I'd imagine a young woman would scream like if one were to pull her legs off. It's an absolutely horrifying sound, extremely loud, and the bobcat was literally five or six feet away from my bedroom window. There was no sleeping until the racoon was sufficiently chastened.
Timber rattlesnakes are more of a problem in Pennsylvania and Virginia. They tend to inhabit the big piles of leaves that collect at the bottom of cliffs alongside the better trout streams. They are the primary reason that I took to wearing waders moreso than protection from the water, as trout streams make for cool and pleasant wading in the summer.
I did have a small grizzly bear wait his turn for my fishing hole in Alaska once. My fishing partner and I were swapping fishing pools bank fishing alongside a river in western Alaska. I had just leapfrogged my partner and started to fish a nice pool where I was taking some good rainbow trout who were gorging themselves on salmon eggs. The king salmon were spawning, and so were protected from fishermen at that moment. A shame as the king salmon were enormous. We contented ourselves catching large rainbow trout. My partner's pool stopped being productive, so he walked past me to the next pool. When he got there and looked back upstream to me as a regular safety check (always know where your fishing partner is when in back-country), he said very casually, "Oh hey. There's a bear." Our guide looked over to see a grizzly sitting on the beach watching me cast to the trout. It seemed patient, but we nevertheless got in the boat and went to midstream to watch what the bear would do. Once we had left, he waited a little while, then went into the river right into the hole I had been fishing. The king salmon were not protected from grizzlies (as if there were protection from grizzlies in any situation), and it proceeded to grab and eat four or five large salmon as daintily as a socialite nibbling on shrimp at a cocktail party. I, for one, was grateful that the bear's mother had taught him manners and patience. It was a fairly small grizzly. The guide guessed that this was its first year away from its mother (which would make it three years old, I believe).
We also saw an enormous grizzly walking the opposite bank of a different river we were fishing. It crossed the river well up from us and walked up a tributary to do his fishing. We later walked up the tributary to check out his foot prints and they were at least 10" across.
The socialite grizzly.
We were also chased off the lake shore by a moose. It is little known, but moose kill more people in Alaska annually than do grizzly. They are very territorial, absolutely enormous, and entirely unstoppable once having set its mind on an objective (such as disemboweling flyfishermen). We left everything - tackle, lunch, spare gas, etc. - on shore, got in the boat as quickly as we could, and shoved off. Fortunately, this particular beach had a very steep drop off. Only a few feet from shore the water was well ever 10' deep. Fortunately, I had not yet moved my camera out of the boat, so I was able to get some photos.
I was also attacked by a tern to whose nest I must have walked too near.
100's of these were caught. All fish but for one pink salmon that was unfortunately hooked too deeply to release safely were released. The pink salmon was eaten for lunch.
My best rainbow ever - 23" long.
Bluestone is one of my favorite songs.
As for songs about places, yeah. I like them. It's good fodder for song writing.
My friend Kent and I wrote a song Bony River about a creek that had just enough water to float our kayaks some of the time. I which I could remember it.
I'd like to write songs about Harper's Ferry, WV and Sandstone, WV - or at least Diane's campground there in.
As for songs written, Almost Heaven, Nashville Cats, Lodi, Rocky Mountain High, and James River Blues all stick out as good ones. And Walking in Memphis. That's a good one.