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.
here is a link to a video I made of a song I wrote about Nashville back in 2017.
Wow! Great song Jim!
Here's a couple of mine that were recorded at different times by someone in the audience at an open mic I used to play at about 10-11 years ago. Not very good recordings and not nearly as much fun as playing around a campfire:
Bluestone (written around 1979)
Quetico (written 2008)
Interesting topic. Do you mean cities specifically or "places" in general?
Just off the top of my head, these are some of the covers I play:
Carolina on my Mind
Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio
My Homes in Alabama
Never Leave Harlan Alive
Galway to Graceland
Rocky Mountain High
And here's few I've written:
Sky Above Atlanta
And if rivers/streams/lake can be included:
Gauley River Ride
Welcome Angela. CG is right - the type of instrument you play determines what accessories you may need. Regardless of the type, I feel a good tuner is absolutely necessary for a beginner. Always having your guitar in tune makes playing more pleasurable and hastens the learning curve.
Thanks for including one of my songs in your repertoire Zurf. I think you told me once that "Rich Kid Doctor" was a song your father liked. I've heard Philly Ray and Ron Sanders do some of my songs around campfires too, and that was gratifying but the fact that the musicians that played Friday evening chose one of my songs to start off the show was a great moment for me. All of them currently play or have played in bands that have toured around Ohio, some have played in Nashville and as far west as California and are some of the most respected musicians in our area.
It's hard to tell from the video but there were about 250 in the audience. The good news was that a pickup load of food plus $450 in donations was collected for the local food bank. (One of our annual FFS projects is to help the food bank by asking for food donations during every event. Last year we were responsible for donating over 6 tons of food to local needy families)
If you don't listen to anything else on the video, at least hear Paul Brown (former driving force for the bluegrass group "Death By Banjo") play "Down the River Road" at around 33:00.
I wish the video and sound were a little better. Each performer brought a bio of the "icons" they were covering and there were two large screens on each side of the stage showing pictures of them. I just scanned through the video and thought it might help to show the approximate time your favorites may have been covered:
24:15 Steve Goodman songs performed by Mark Thacker
35:30 Greatful Dead songs performed by Zack Brooks (Zack became a member of our group when he was 11 years old)
57:30 Warren Zevon and Neil Young by Mark Sentieri
1:16:00 CSN&Y by the Davidson family
1:33:00 Chet Adkins by Nevada Hart
1:42:00 Bob Dylan by Rick Barnes (Rick is also an author and story teller as will hear if you listen to his whole set)
1:59:00 Sting and Jeff Tweedy by Mike Boyle
2:17:00 Tom Petty by Ben True and his band
Last night, members of the "Foothill Folk Society" performed at our annual winter concert in the Ohio University - Chillicothe auditorium. This year's theme was "Icons and Inspirations" and each performer did covers of songs from musicians or groups that inspired them to learn to play guitar, write songs, etc. I've performed every year but bowed out this time as the pain in my hands from arthritis has affected my guitar playing and I didn't want to embarrass myself on stage, also I wasn't sure I'd be in town this weekend. Hence, although I am a board member, I wasn't involved with the planning of this year's show.
As it turned out, I made it back to town just in time to walk into the venue as the show was starting. Imagine my surprise when the show opened with some of the evening's performers grouped together to play a song I wrote a few years ago. It's the first time I've heard one of my songs performed on stage by someone other than me and I'll have to admit I was grinning ear to ear.
The event was recorded and put on the FFS facebook page. It's a little long (about three hours) but I hope you take the time to listen to some of these folks I have the privilege to hang out and play music with weekly.
Although I'm primarily a flat-picker, I use the same set up McClean uses when I finger-pick ballads. (Plastic thumb pick and metal "banjo" style finger picks). When I play my Nashville-tuned acoustic the metal finger picks sound much better than a flat pick so that's the only method I use. I've got metal picks in .013, .015 and .018 thicknesses.