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Tuesday, October 07, 2025

STEEL WHEELS

The Steel Wheels — Missing Piece Group 

I had the pleasure of attending a Steel Wheels concert in the small-venue intimate setting of Swallow Hill Music.  Our daughter is friends with the primary fellows, having met two of them at undergraduate school at Eastern Mennonite University.   A third band member is the son of a fellow that I went to school with at Goshen College.  

Trent Wagler is the front man for the band, and is a very talented singer, musician and song writer, and his bio can be found here. He has a distinctive sound that I like. Jay Lapp is the guitar and mandolin player and a bit of info about Jay can be found here.  The third primary member is fiddle player Eric Brubaker who writes here.

Their live performance was impressive in several ways from musicianship to clarity of delivery to song content.  I was very impressed with the variation in styles - way too often bands play a couple of songs and then they all begin to sound alike.  Not so with the Steel Wheels - a very enjoyable evening indeed.

Enjoy a concert!!



 

 

Thursday, August 25, 2022

I WANT TO DANCE

I previously posted about a song I wrote entitled I Want To Dance.  You might want to click here to see the lyrics, the chords, and some nice pictures that go along with lyrics.   At one gathering of some musician  friends, we played the song and I thought "This would be quite pretty with a small group including guitar, bass, mandolin and fiddle.  Well, dreams do come true!  This year I attended Colorado Roots Camp as a real camper rather than an RMMC volunteer as I had done for a dozen years.  One of the things that campers are encouraged to do is to perform a song on Student Concert Night, on the last evening of Camp.  This gives one the whole week to get nervous!  However, the professionals who are the instructors during the week are quite willing to help out, so I recruited Rolly Brown on guitar, Matt Weiner on bass, Keith Yoder on Mandolin, and Katie Glassman on fiddle.  And being such accomplished pros, we went over the song for about five minutes and they had it down - which is obvious in the video.  I was the only one who screwed up a bit!!  Many thanks to Michael Shainline for this video.  [I'm not sure why the embed doesn't seem to work....]

 
 

Tuesday, September 08, 2020

BLUEGRASS WALK LIKE AN EGYPTIAN

This makes me smile all the way through - the Cleverly's.


All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know?
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
(Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh)
Walk like an Egyptian
 
The blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink, then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
(Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh)
Walk like an Egyptian
 
Slide your feet up the street, bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
They spin the clubs, cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
 
All the cops in the donut shop say
(Whey oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh)
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian

Friday, August 28, 2020

THERE IS A SHIP

 A previous post about The Water is Wide made me look back to the "old days" when many of us were listening to Peter, Paul and Mary.  Here is Mary Travers singing the same tune, but under the title There is a Ship.



Tuesday, May 05, 2020

THE WATER IS WIDE

Across the years, I have heard this song numerous times, but never tracked down the title and words.  But now I have, and here it is for your [and my] enjoyment.


The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I
 
I lean'd my back against an oak
Thinking it was a mighty tree
 But first it bent and then it broke
So did my love prove false to me
 
I put my hand in some soft bush
Thinking the sweetest flow'are to find
I prick'd my finger to the bone
And left the sweetest flow'are behind
 
O love is handsome and love is kind
Gay as a jewel when it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew 
 
The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I




Friday, April 10, 2020

BURN ONE WITH JOHN PRINE

 John Prine Dead: Singer-Songwriter Was 73 – Variety

As nearly everyone in the literate music world knows, John Prine died this week from COVID 19 complications.  Like me, he was born in 1946 and was 73 years old.  Unlike me, he was a giant among Americana/Roots/Folk songwriter-singers.  His songs are too numerous to mention here, but many of us who get together to jam always get around to playing some of his songs, from picking the quiet ballad Summer's End with Glenn and the gang to pounding out the scathing commentary of Paradise with Stan and the crew.  One that he did not write, but always make me chuckle is Kacey Musgraves' Burn One With John Prine:


Sunday, January 19, 2020

ARLO, PETE & ELVIS

Happened upon this video, and found it mesmerizing and moving - hope you enjoy it as much as I did




Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Oh, shall I stay, would it be a sin
Oh, if I can't help falling in love with you?
 
Like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be
 
Take my hand, take my whole life too
Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you
 
Oh, like a river flows, surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be
 
Oh, take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you

Saturday, October 05, 2019

MY MUSICAL JOURNEY

Image result for pre school percussion 

My earliest memory of participating in music is New Paris grade school percussion, using many of the "instruments" shown above.  Obviously our first "music" was all about percussion and keeping time.  In the second or third grade, we added song flute.  I must have shown some abilities because soon I was placed with the cornets in grade school band.  Our band teacher throughout grade school and high school was Mr. Alan Harness, and he must have impressed upon my mother that I had some skills because the next thing I knew, I was off to Elkhart for private lessons! 

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The Conn Constellation Cornet [not trumpet]

As eighth graders in our Class of 1964, Steve Eldridge, Dennis Caprarotta and I were in the High School Band.  Mr. Harness moved Dennis to French Horn, and Steve and I became first and second chair cornet in our junior and senior years.  Of course my mother thought that I was number one, and Steve's mother thought that he was number one - and Mr. Harness decided that I was number one.  I was also selected first chair in the All-Elkhart County band for two years and got to play a brief solo in one of the numbers.  I and my band partners won a fair amount of first and second place medals, and one of my favorites was Bugler's Holiday, with me, Steve and third chair Dick Kerlin.  As I mentioned in one of my basketball posts, I also played in the pep band while I was on the JV team, and would run up into the stands at half time to play, mainly because our school song, Frat, had a nice cornet solo.  Thankfully I did not have to do that once I was on the varsity team!  Another interesting tidbit is that New Paris had a marching band - usually played in the summer time in full-dress uniform including white buck shoes.  Mr. Harness finally agreed to Bermuda shorts after a few band members fainted in the heat.  A distinct memory is marching in the New Paris Memorial Day Parade that always ended up in the town cemetery.  I played Taps there several times, which was a bit ironic - a fellow from the Mennonite peace church tradition playing to honor the locals who had died in WW1, WW2 and Korea.  Also growing up in the Mennonite Church, I became very familiar with a capella four-part harmony singing.  I do not consider myself much of a singer, but I can do bass harmonies quite well.  My parents and sister have all of the family's singing talent - Ed sang with the original Menno Singers, Mary with the Middie Singers and Saint John's Singers, and Kay is a professional vocalist [and an amazing piano player].  Our high school choir was never quite as good as the band when it came to state competitions, but in our senior year, the choir got a first place.  Here's one of the songs we sang, although we probably did not sound quite this good! Our long-time choir director was Mrs. Helen Hollar, and of course the standing joke for decades was "If you want to learn how to sing, go to Helen Hollar."

My cornet playing days came to an abrupt end during my junior year at Goshen College.  I was driving my old Chevy south on Fifth Street in Goshen, heading back to college.  There was a large tree branch mostly obscuring the stop sign, and I cruised right through it, hitting the back end of a car going east on US 33.  My friend saw it coming out of the corner of his eye, and braced for the crash - his knees left dent marks in the dash board.  Since this was pre-seat belt days, I bit the steering wheel, leaving some lip flesh and pieces of seven teeth in the steering wheel.  So, there went the embouchure.  I had scar tissue nodules in my lips for years and could not play cornet.  I also spent many hours at the dentist for root canals and caps, which solidified my despising visits to the dentist.

It was the 1960's, and since the cornet was out, guitar was the obvious choice - a lot of fellows were taking it up, but more as a babe-magnet than a musical ambition.  My good friend, and future brother-in-law, Ken Willems was playing guitar, so I started as well.  One of our classmates was a fellow named Henry Gleason who's father worked for the Kaman Corporation.  The company did a lot of things, but one specialty was helicopter design and construction using fine woods and composite materials.  Founder Charles Kaman was an amateur guitarist, and he designed and built guitars that became the Ovation Guitar Company.  So Henry brought his guitar to Goshen and convinced me to buy one - I got the 449th Balladeer ever made.  Folk tunes, protest songs and roots music were the focus at the time, and Ken got me started with finger picking in the style of Elizabeth Cotton, i.e. Cotton Picking, and a similar style that is taught as Travis picking.  Although the Balladeer was an acoustic guitar, one could use a pick-up to electrify it.  I only did this a few times during college as the rhythm guitar player for the Backdoor Men.  Ken decided to drop out of the band, so I filled in for a few gigs. 

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For decades after college, my guitar playing consisted mainly of strumming and picking by myself, with occasional get-togethers with Ken to play old tunes and some of the songs that Ken has written.  My mother bought a guitar so that I could play whenever we visited Indiana.  Also, my 104-year-old uncle, John Aschliman, has some nice guitars courtesy of his son Donn, and I sometimes borrow one of John's guitars.  Amazingly although John is very hard of hearing, he still plays and sings, and is a hit with the Greencroft crowd!

Since Rocky Mountain Mennonite Camp began hosting the Colorado Roots Music Camp, I have become more committed to learning new styles and songs.  I have been a volunteer at the camp for several years working in the kitchen, but in my free time I have been welcomed by both campers and instructors to join in the daily jam sessions.  I have learned to know some of the campers who live in the Denver area, and have joined in for a jam now and then.  Music Camp friend Glenn has even helped me to get a bevy of songs on my iPad.  Probably the most amazing jam that I sat in on at Roots Camp was with instructor Doug Smith and a local fellow named Phil Volan.  I knew that Doug was a Grammy winner and champion of the Winfield International Fingerstyle guitar competition, but I did not know that Phil was a second place winner!  They both were very gracious in allowing a few of us rank amateurs to play along, but they also played a few tunes together that were amazing, as you might imagine.  Phil's voice sounds a lot like James Taylor's, and he plays guitar just as well, so it was a real treat just to listen to Phil and Doug play and sing. Be sure to check out their links to get a bit of an appreciation for their talent.


The final tunes at Ed and Mary's place.

Monday, September 18, 2017

COYOTES - DON EDWARDS





Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas,
His face was burnt deep by the sun,
Part history, part sage, part mesquit,
He was there when Poncho Villa was young.
And he'd tell you a tale of the old days,
When the country was wild all around,
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way,
And listen while the coyotes howl.
And they go... hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the long horns are gone,
And the drovers are gone,
The Comanches are gone,
And the outlaws are gone,
Geronimo is gone,
And Sam Bass is gone,
And the lion is gone,
And the red wolf is gone.

Well he cursed all the roads and the oil men,
And he cursed the automobile,
Said this is no place for an hombre like I am,
In this new world of asphalt and steel.
Then he'd look off some place in the distance,
At something only he could see,
He'd say all that's left now of the old days,
Those damned old coyotes and me.
And they go hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Now the long horns are gone,
And the drovers are gone
The Comanches are gone
And the outlaws are gone,
Now Quantro is gone,
Stan Watie is gone
And lion is gone,
And the red wolf is gone.

One morning they searched his adobe,
He disappeared without even a word,
But that night as the moon crossed the mountain,
One more coyote was heard.
And he'd go, hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

ANYBODY HERE SEEN MY OLD FRIEND JOHN

November 22 - a day that many of us will distinctly remember for the rest of our lives.


Monday, October 17, 2016

CHRIS SMITHER

Another h/t [hat tip] to Charlie D for calling attention to Chris Smither - good stuff!


Sunday, September 04, 2016

KEITH YODER & FRIENDS

I am working on a very long post, so thought that some good music would be nice diversion!

Keith Yoder on guitar, Irl Hees on bass, Dix Bruce on mandolin, Tim May on guitar, and Nate Lee on fiddle perform at the faculty concert at Acoustic Music Camp in Arlington, Texas, Aug. 7, 2015.


Keith and Tim are regulars at the Colorado Roots Music Camp; both are delightful, highly accomplished, and outstanding teachers.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

WOYAYA

Best Version IMHO


We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there.
We will get there, heaven knows how we will get there,
We know we will.

It will be hard we know
And the road will be muddy and rough,
But we'll get there, heaven knows how we will get there,
We know we will.

We are going, heaven knows where we are going,
We'll know we're there.

By Art Garfunkel

Thursday, October 29, 2015

RICHIE FURAY AND LOS LOBOS AT eTOWN

I know, I know, it's been quite a while [although no one mentioned it :-)].  Been quite busy with a new place in the mountains, shifting places in Boulder, etc.  But the eTown YouTube Channel just put up the videos of the Richie Furay and Friends session.  When we saw the initial announcement, we though "Well Furay will be good, and it will be interesting to see who the 'Friends' turn out to be."  Well we were not disappointed - it was a very enjoyable evening with Furay and his daughter,  the Friends Los Lobos and of course the eTown crew .  Below is just one video from the evening; the most iconic of the tunes, but visit the eTown Channel to see many great songs and interviews.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

YELLOW IS THE COLOR......

I had not thought of this song for quite a while, but for some reason it popped into my head this morning.  Kenbob and I used to play it now and then - enjoy.


Yellow is the color of my true love's hair
In the mornin', when we rise
In the mornin', when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best

Blue's the color of the sky
In the mornin', when we rise
In the mornin', when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best

Green's the color of the sparklin' corn
In the mornin', when we rise
In the mornin', when we rise
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best

Mellow is the feelin' that I get
When I see her, mm hmm
When I see her, uh huh
That's the time, that's the time
I love the best

Freedom is a word I rarely use
Without thinkin', mm hmm
Without thinkin', uh huh
Of the time, of the time
When I've been loved

Saturday, October 11, 2014

TEQUILA SUNRISE

I stumbled across an out-of-the-way music video site called YouKu - I believe it is Chinese - and it has some things that are fairly unusual and some things that you don't find on YouTube.  Here's an example from the Eagles - it may disappear at any time courtesy of the NSA or some such!!


Friday, June 06, 2014

PETER GUNN - ADAM GARDINO

I once again had the privilege of being a volunteer at Charlie Hall's Colorado Roots Music Camp - this is the 9th annual event, held at Rocky Mountain Mennonite Camp near Divide, Colorado.  There were many amazingly talented instructors, but here is a piece played by a former camper, Adam Gardino.  Adam won the 2012 finger-picking competition at Winfield [The Walnut Valley Festival], and the live rendition of this tune was stunning - enjoy!!!


Monday, March 17, 2014

PARKER MILLSAP

Been a while since some music has been added here, but I recently saw this on a friend's blog - so I 'stole' it for Planet Boulder.  Enjoy.