Where is Centre County?
Nice one Ed, after spending a shedfull of cash on furniture and a load more on a flight to Israel, I think you deserve a little compensation for your charitability and understanding. 300 bucks is a drop in the ocean in comparison?
Well actually there have been 22 Canadian canoe trips over the years, but since its a low-cost hobby and I've always split the cost with 3 other paddling/fishing buddies I'd estimate we're about even in the amount of money spent for her trip vs my 22. The furniture she brought probably cost more than 10X what I paid for my Alvarez but I'm sure I'll get 10X the pleasure.
Thanks for the kind words Jim but I think you obviously have me confused with someone who can play........
Jen noticed my new guitar but I doubt she would notice if I added another raft, canoe or kayak to my fleet out in the garage.
Congrats Phill! Neo is right about begging for forgiveness rather than asking permission.
On one of my 2-week Canadian canoe trips a few years back, I came home to find all new living room and bedroom furniture - so last month while my spouse and her sister were visiting the holy land in Israel, I just happened to end up in a music store where I found a used all-mahogany Alvarez MPA66SHB parlor guitar in perfect condition. It was marked down to $280 US so it ended up in my music room and hardly left my hands for a week. Jen's only comment when she returned home and saw me playing it........ "What - another guitar?"
I spent yesterday installing an under-saddle pickup and stringing it with a new set of Nashville high-tune strings. I played it using metal finger picks during a half-hour set at a local bar last night and my new little baby got lots of compliments from both the bar patrons and the other musicians.
It was a grey day here in the state of Ohio too, but that is considered a good thing on the last Saturday of November each year, for this is when the scarlet and gray clad football players of the Ohio State University "Buckeyes" play against the maize and blue of the University of Michigan "Wolverines" in what is known as "The Game". This year was the 116th meeting of the two teams in what is considered the greatest rivalry in all of sports. Even the BBC came to the US several years ago and did a story about the rivalry.
I started the morning as I do most Saturdays, attending a two-hour jam session at our local music store, then returned home to watch "The Game" on TV with family members. The Buckeyes triumphed 56-27, making the state of Ohio proud once again. After watching part of a couple other games I retired upstairs to my music room and spent a few hours playing the new Alvarez parlor guitar I bought last week (all-mahogany MPA66SHB model). I decided to change strings and install a set of D'Addario "Nashville high-tune" strings. Wow! that little mahogany baby sounds real sweet - almost like a cross between a mountain dulcimer and a hammered dulcimer. I'm trying to compile a list of songs that are enhanced by the sound. I might take it to another jam session I attend every Monday evening, the Foothill Folk Society open mic I 'll attend on Wednesday and maybe bring it along and play a few songs on it Friday when I'm scheduled to play at a gig at the local art gallery. Should be an interesting week.
I think these are the best lyrics I've seen in your songs Scott.
I have a couple questions:
The chorus uses an ABCB rhyme scheme each time. The Bridge and three of the verses use an AABB rhyme scheme. The third verse uses an ABCC scheme. Was this planned? If the first line was split into two lines and the phrase "The choice is yours tonight" were removed it would follow the AABB structure of the other verses, but I've got a feeling the change was intentional. As we write in entirely different genres, I'm curious why you chose to make a change in that verse. Perhaps if I heard it played it would become clearer to me.
Also, the chorus uses a Bm,G/D,A/Bm,G/D,A,G pattern each time but the verses all use different chord configurations. Is this common in the style of music you play?
Anyway, keep up the good work and keep 'em coming.
I found this on youtube and hope y'all find it as interesting as I did. I'm guessing that starting about 60 years ago teenagers began to determine which musical genres rose to the top.
I don't know what changes have occurred or what prompted your decision to leave Chordie, but I want you to know how much I've appreciated and enjoyed reading your posts. You'll be in my thoughts and I wish you the best.
Did any of you watch Ken Burns new historical series called "Country Music"? I was visiting a daughter in Florida while it played on my local public TV station, but recorded all 8 of the episodes (2 hours each). Over the last week I've watched them all and have to say they are a "must see" for country, bluegrass and "roots" music fans as well as anyone who loves the history of music in the US.
My oldest grandson, a theater major at the University of West Florida, got a summer job at the "Tecumseh" outdoor drama, located within 20 miles of my home. A week ago he celebrated his 19th birthday so Jen and I hosted a party attended by family members and several cast members. After everyone left, Sam and I sat around a campfire, taking turns playing songs we've written. He's only been at it a short time so some of his efforts needed a little polish but his enthusiasm and joy of playing his own creations was contagious and has got me thinking about getting out the old pencil and notepad again after months of taking a "break" from writing songs.
I'm not jealous but I am definitely impressed......... WOW!
Been there. Ice your fingertips. It’ll help some but not a bunch. You just need to power through.
Joe's advice is just right, but I would add that the ice belongs in a glass so that it doesn't drip everywhere. And so long as you have a glass of ice...
Joe's advice is sound and much appreciated but I think your Rx may be better Doctor Zurf. Attacking the problem both internally as well as externally has merit for it will help alleviate the pain as well as providing a remedy for the malady.
I wonder if my medical insurance will pay for a good bottle of Kentucky Bourbon?
A week ago I returned from a trip out west with 3 friends. We visited several National Parks and spent 6 days in our rafts floating and fishing the John Day River in Oregon. A day or so after I got home I picked up one of my guitars and after about 20 minutes noticed how sore my fingers were. Three weeks without playing and constant immersion of my hands in water for six days had softened all the callouses I'd developed over time. To compound things, the bottoms of my feet were developing cracks from being wet for so long so for several days I applied a salve used for heel cracks which softens the skin and helps it heal, not thinking it would also soften the skin on the fingers that were applying it ............. Duh!
I changed out the strings on one of my acoustics and put on the lightest set I had, tuned down a half-step to loosen string tension and played at a local music store jam yesterday for two hours and then went to a nearby campground and played for another two hours with some of my old pickin' friends. This morning my fingers are so sore it even hurts to type this. I feel like a beginner again, but hope if I play enough over the next couple weeks the callouses will return. Anyone else ever go through this? Any suggestions to hasten the process?
Peatle, that is hilarious. Sad that politicians would come up with such an idea, but still hilarious. I suppose you could say their ideas finally ended up as "laughing gas".
I was looking through some old files and found this. I wrote it years ago while working night shift. Our crew were eating lunch and the topic of " intestinal gas" came up with everyone telling a funny story about their experiences. One guy had been invited to dinner by the family of a girl he was dating. During dinner he had a "release" and was never invited back again. Another guy once attended a business meeting when his "release" was mistaken for a leak in a gas line and the room was evacuated. Afterward I jotted down these lines, trying to think of words that rhymed with "flatuation". I've occasionally recited it while strumming a few chords while around a campfire. Of course adult beverage are usually involved........
Flatuation, per my observations
Is an odoriferous emanation
It's not like radiation
Flatuation, during dinner conversation
Can be an embarrassing situation
No more dinner invitations
Flatuation at a business presentation
Can lead to consternation
And possible evacuation
Flatuation can be the savior of our nation
And help with energy conservation
From bovine methane reclamation
But does flatuation, during incarceration
Prevent unwanted penetration
Or just act as lubrication
End of conversation
Three of my four children and 4 of my five grand kids came home for Father's Day weekend. Friday evening we all went to see the outdoor drama "Tecumseh" . My oldest grandson is playing the part of "Blue Jacket", a Shawnee Indian chief. He's the youngest member of the cast and it's his first experience at outdoor drama, learning to ride a horse, do fight scenes etc, but some of the older actors have taken him under their wing and he's having a great time. We had great seats and ol' Grandpa's chest may have swelled a little watching his grandson perform.
On Saturday morning I attended a 2-hour acoustic jam at a local music store then came home to an early Father's Day cookout with barbequed chicken, brats and fried perch on the menu along with a bunch of sides. After a big breakfast Sunday morning (I did all the cooking) everyone had to leave (oldest daughter had to drive back to Florida) but WOW! what a great weekend!
I hope all the other Chordie fathers had a fantastic Father's Day too.
That was great to listen to. I believe those aren't Martins they are playing CG. They look like Maton's Tommy Emmanuel models.
If I could observe one historical event it would be August 17, 1805 in the Rocky Mountains when the Lewis and Clark expedition met with Cameahwait, the chief of the Shoshone Indians. They needed horses to carry their gear across the mountains to the headwaters of the Columbia River or the expedition would fail. To communicate, the Captains would speak English which was then translated to French by Francois Labiche, an expedition member who could speak French and English. Toussaint Charbonneau translated from French to Gros Ventre (another tribal language) and his wife Sacagawea then translated Gros Ventre to Shoshone. When Cameahwait spoke, the whole translation system was reversed. If something was lost in the translation, the "Corps of Discovery" would have failed in their effort to reach the Pacific coast.
During the meeting, Sacagawea, a Shoshone girl who had been captured by the Gros Ventres when she was a child, realized that Chief Cameahwait was her brother. After an emotional reunion, there was no doubt that the Shoshones would help their chief's long-lost sister and her friends.
Well, I'm going to post one more and I hope you'll take it in the spirit intended: just good fun.
There's a true story that goes with it and I'll tell it here, among my friends.
When we first emigrated to the US in 1960, we lived in Villa Rica, Georgia, but my father's relatives lived in a "mill-town" called Fullerville. While VR, had indoor plumbing, Fullerville did not - at that time - and depended on the outhouse for nature's call.
As one might expect, those things had to be cleaned out periodically, and the brave man who took up this task was a man named Harvey who had an old grey mule called Ed who pulled their wagon from house to house to provide their service.
I am sorry I don't have a picture to support what I'm about to share with you, but ol' Harvey (and maybe Ed, too) had a sense of humor about their job, and Harvey fashioned a giant fake clothes pin made from some light balsa wood which he affixed to Ed's bridle. I guess at some point, indoor plumbing came to Fullerville and Harvey and Ed retired. Rich, I hope!
That's my story and here's a song about it.
I used to play that song around campfires Bill, thanks for posting. Growing up in the Appalachian area of southern Ohio we didn't get "indoor plumbing" until I was 16.
Here's another one on the subject:
How about "James River Blues" by Old Crow Medicine Show, a song about boatmen who are being replaced by trains.
TF, I think the emotions that are produced from music are the reasons most of us play.
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.
Are you suggesting the alfluence of incohol may cancel out our limited musical ability?
Saw this today. I apologize if it has been posted previously.
I always liked the artwork on albums by Pure Prairie League. The first one was from a Norman Rockwell painting:
Some of their other covers:
I haven`t been participating too much lately. I`ve just had bigger fish to fry. Dealing with other things. As much as a lot of people know about me, I am also extremely private in a lot of other things. Even Chris has a problem with that sometimes.
Chris has a problem with your privates huh? Sounds personal buddy.
Looks like a change of plans for me. My recreation director has informed me that if I'm heading to Florida for that weekend its gonna be to Pensacola to see our grandkids in a civic theater production. I'd like to see you all again but if it comes down between my grandkids and you misfits, you can guess who wins.