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I Finally Wrote That Book
I Finally Wrote That Book
Yes folks, I finally got around to writing the book. It only took forty-some-odd years. But what the heck, I got it done. I did the whole deal. Wrote it, edited it, sent it to a real editor. Rewrote it. Sent it around to folks to read (them call ’em “beta readers” in the book biz…). Got a lot of great feedback, both positive and negative. Changed it around some more. Sent it to another real…
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Banjo Lick
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Down The Long Trail
Down The Long Trail
Pictures from the Long Ride. Gizmo and John. Seven months, and over 4,000 miles, ocean to ocean. We left the Pacific Ocean at Ventura, California on April 3rd and arrived at Virginia Beach, Virginia on the first of November, 1974. Here are some pictures to browse through. They’re in no particular order. Enjoy. This slideshow requires JavaScript.
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Gizmo
He was young and full of himself when we set off from Ventura, California on April third, 1974. Born on the first of February, 1970, he was just four years old, still pretty green and inexperienced, but honest and dependable. We had already forged a strong bond and knew each other well by the time we started down the trail. I had raised Gizmo from a six month old weanling, and we had spent…
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Drinking From The Same Pot
Drinking From The Same Pot
Coffee has been a constant in my life since I was seven or eight years old. My mother always had a pot of coffee on for as far back as I can remember. I can’t imagine how many cups of coffee she drank during her lifetime, but it must have been in the millions. Back then it was brewed in a percolator that sat on top of the stove. It was one of those metal things where the boiling coffee bubbles up…
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Ghost in the Saddle Shop
Ghost in the Saddle Shop
a poem… I was sittin’ at my stitch horse, was a cold day late in the fall sewin’ up a saddle skirt with two needles and an awl I was plantin’ stitches six to the inch, and I stropped the awl every two or three A spool of six cord linen thread and a ball of beeswax was on the workbench next to me The shop was cluttered, like it usually was, with scraps of leather on the floor There was some…
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The Blind Mare
I saw her from a half mile away, standing alone amidst the dry sage and rabbit weed. Truth be told, Gizmo spotted her first and signaled to me as he always did, with his ears. He didn’t take his eyes off of her as we trotted slowly in her direction. I saw that her head was down, neck drooped and sagging, as if asleep on her feet. She didn’t move as we got closer. Gizmo began to call…
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The Discipline of Individuality
The Discipline of Individuality
I finished reading Matthew Crawford’s, “The World Beyond Your Head: On Becoming an Individual in an Age of Distraction”. Great book, by a thoughtful person. Crawford writes: “Our emergence from (what Kant described as) self-imposed immaturity seems to have stalled at an adolescent stage, like a hippie who hasn’t aged very well. The irritants that stand out now are the self-delusions…
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The Horse Trade
Here’s a little tale about horse tradin’, loosely based on a true story. Enjoy….
I’m walking down the center aisle of the ancient horse barn, headed back to the tie stalls. It gets darker the farther back you go because there aren’t any windows, and the box stall doors are all closed up these days. We stack hay in most of them now. It’s easier than loading it up into the loft, and you don’t have…
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Our Own Personal Frozen North
Our Own Personal Frozen North
I’m in Oslo, Norway today. Never been here before. Egenes is a Norwegian name. My sister, Jane, says it means “know-it-all” in Norwegian. I’m not gonna argue with her on that one. So, I’ve come halfway around the world, up to the frozen north, to give a talk on record production,to a bunch of record producers and academics and such. Should prove interesting (the conference, not my talk…), but…
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Step by Step
Coming up on forty years now…hard to believe. Back in 1974 I rode my horse, Gizmo, across the North…
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Whippin' a Dead Horse
I read a lot of posts on social networks by fellow musicians who complain about how digital media…
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