Mon, 16 October 2006
I met Rob in 2001 when he became a New Folk winner at the Kerrville Folk Festival. It was a real hoot to acquaint this Canadian with some of the Texas Hill country.
From time to time one of his songs comes up on my 400 disk CD player and all of these fond memories from that week come flooding back to me. Like the collapse of his tent. I guess he wasn't too much of a camper, God bless him.
I contacted Rob the other day to see if he would be interested in having a post on this website, and he replied with this file of the song entitled "Throw me from this train". It's some sort of serendipitous thing that he would propose this song, as I am currently working on several railroad projects in Southeastern
The railroad can be a powerful metaphor for life, as we can tend to get caught up in a single minded direction with our careers and relationships and never get to explore the rich countryside that surrounds the tracks.
If you enjoy this song as much as I enjoy Rob's music, you will probably want to check out his website at www.roblutes.com . You can order his CDs from this site.
Sat, 14 October 2006
What ever I say about Gary Cross is not enough.
But there are no strangers in the world of Gary Cross, and he immediately struck up a conversation with me. We have been close friends ever since. His enthusiasm and marketing background always make me feel better about my own music than I ought to, and he has provided valuable assistance and insight in some of my endeavors in this regard, including the production of the Enclave event in Austin that we began a few years back (I have recently suspended this due to my travels).
Horizon is one of many songs that Gary has written, and is a good example of his style and poetic sensitivity to the human condition. It's a long piece (not as long as American Pie) but Gary, as we all know, has a lot to say.
Fri, 13 October 2006
Back in September of this year I was in Austin on a Friday night. As is usually the case in Austin on any Friday night, musicians tend to coalesce and perform melodic compositions, and this was no exception. But since this visit was such a short notice only four folks showed up and only two were musicians.
One of the two non-musicians is an able story teller, and this story was captured during the recorded session entitled "The Band's Getting Back Together (Not)". The Sailor, as told by Charles "Balloon Dog" Wakeland (AKA "The Professor") is a little rough but a good example of Charles's sense of humor.
The first time I met Charles at his home in south Austin I shook his hand, which is this massive mandible thing, similar in girth to the paw of a grizzly bear but gentle as that of a kitten. He proceeded to show me some of the metal working toys that he has in his shop and described some of the projects that he was working on and others that he was planning to be working on; all the while using the technical prose of an aerospace engineer to portray such mundane events as how the hot plasma from the cutting torch vaporizes the metal that it hits while the surrounding ferrous lattice remains cool and undisturbed. This type of description is why he is known to his close friends as "The Professor".
But others who have seen him tying up balloon animals at local events for the kids and the ladies in Austin know him as "Balloon Dog".
Such is the flavor and character of the South Austin residents.
Wed, 11 October 2006
I started this site just over a year ago, knowing very little about Podcasting (I had a book on it), but thinking that it may be a good way to promote some of the things that I was doing, as well as some of the things my friends were doing. My desire has been to find the diamonds in the rough, those that are just emerging to the surface that exhibit great potential.
Finding the time to get out there, find the talent, record, edit, engineer etc, all while maintaining a full time job has proved to be rather difficult, so my postings have been rather sparse and infrequent.
A few weeks ago I decided to start taking submissions (see the submission button at the left). The Podcast that is being posted here is a result of that solicitation. After listening to it, I went to the band's website and ordered their CD. Being a junkie for the western side of country, more specifically the southwestern side of country, I heard the distinct flavor of Country & Southwestern in this song. These guys wouldn't be out of place at Greune Hall or Sixth street in Austin.
I've had my first listen to the CD and there are some lyrics that definitely reach out and grab your attention, and I'm looking forward to hearing it again.
Here is what the song writer has to say about this tune:
You notice the clock is crooked; it's 1:37 pm. You've wondered what this day would look like for a long time. You study all the angles. She's standing in the kitchen wearing the blue dress you bought her in Barra de Navidad four years ago. She pours two glasses of diet coke and rum, very unlike her, not being much of a drinker. You ask her to pour a bit more booze in yours, adding that you prefer the dark rum but this will do. "You really shouldn't drink so much", she says.
Outside it is sunny, but cold. The wind is blowing. The quaking aspens are dropping their leaves. It's fall (these things always happen in fall).
There are no more locking hands over the abyss. The distance is too much. IT'S OVER.....and you both know it. Five photo books worth of years sit on the wood and brick shelf, awkwardly unwanted. The rum starts to cast a maudlin fog.....
It is a quiet, civil affair (even with the alcohol). The fights have stopped. Arrangements are made: "I'll be in Pendleton for a few weeks; that should give you enough time to pack your stuff and find a place", she says.
Strange how passion can go so stale, how that distance grows, how we forget (...or don't). You would love to hate her, but after all you've been through, a huge sadness is all you can manage. You remember you used to love her, careful not to remember why.
It's time to move again.
This song came to us from Scotland Barr and the Slow Drags, located in Portland Oregan. The band members are, from left-to-right; Mickey Featherstone-bass; Scotland Barr-lead vocal, guitar; Zach Hinkelman-lead guitar; Bryan Daste-pedal steel, sax, theremin, backing vocals; Chris Hubbard-keys, backing vocals; Nick Kostenborder-drums. The picture was taken during their recent tour, outside a San Francisco club called Thee Parkside, by the drummer's mom. Thanks mom.
The Distance can be found on the band's CD entitled Legionnaire's Disease . For more information on this group, please visit the following websites.: