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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: GUEST,Bob Schwarer Date: 09 Jul 17 - 01:35 PM Found Johnny Cash did this. It's on YouTube: https://youtu.be/KUfzDIKGkQI Link retrieved and added by curious mudelf. Also, a Russian ad bot is hitting this thread really hard lately so it will be temporarily closed. Contact a mod if you want it reopened to add anything.
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: Cool Beans Date: 09 Jul 17 - 12:13 PM And there's this, The Frozen Blogger https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoo30CpNn1g |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: Stilly River Sage Date: 09 Jul 17 - 11:23 AM Stewart, I just noticed this thread again (it is, alas, a spam magnet). Thanks for posting the link to Frozen Jogger. Dad (John Dwyer) had quite a few parodies in his repertoire. |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: Stewart Date: 25 Feb 14 - 06:05 PM Frozen Logger by James Stevens Jim Stevens talks about his books and songs and Don Firth sings The Frozen Logger and then there's the Frozen Jogger Cheers, S. in Seattle |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: kendall Date: 25 Feb 14 - 05:07 PM Actually, I did record this gem, Seagulls and Summer people on Folk Legacy records. Mid 70s as I recall. |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: BrooklynJay Date: 24 Feb 14 - 08:58 PM One of my favorite songs, to be sure. Interestingly enough, in 1963 it was made into an animated cartoon in Czechoslovakia. I remember seeing it on Public Television at least 25 years ago, and now I find that it's available on YouTube. Click here and enjoy! One more thing: despite what the YouTube info says, this version is not sung by Pete Seeger and Fred Hellerman, but by Lee Hays. Does anyone know where this version came from? Jay |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: Mysha Date: 19 Jan 13 - 02:48 AM Hi, I was just looking for a bit of a background before I sing this. It occurs to me that a lady could open with something like: A seven foot stranger, one evening, sat down in our small cafe And having served him coffee, I to him these words did say: Mysha |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: fretless Date: 13 May 11 - 03:44 PM As noted somewhere above, that waitress seemed really old when we started singing this song. Now, we just add a decade to her age whenever we pass another threshhold. At this point, her salary as a waitress is little more than a supplement to what she'd be collecting from Social Security! I much prefer the "traditional" ending verse that has her waiting until someone stirs his coffee with his thumb, which implies that the narrator of the story is either in for a good time or in need of a hasty escape, depending on how one views the amorous attentions of an elderly (see above) waitress. The ending that has her waiting for her lover to reappear as a frozen or recently thawed hitching post has none of that humorous promise/threat. And since no one has posted the words to the parody Frozen Jogger here (they are on another Mudcat stream and I believe also in the DT), here they are: The Frozen Jogger Tune: The Frozen Logger Words: David Spalding & John Dwyer A parody based on The Frozen Logger by James Stevens As I ran out one evening, along the snowy street, A warmly bundled housewife I happened there to meet. She said, You are a jogger, for this I surely know, That no-one but a jogger wears shorts at ten below. My husband was a jogger, the greatest of them all, He jogged in spring and summer, in winter and in fall. Had breakfast on the sidewalk, and lunch along the path, And every night at midnight, he'd jog up to his bath. He left for work one morning, the weather cold and clear; He'd gone before I realized he'd left his sweater here. Ten times I phoned his office to see if he'd arrived, His secretary told me she feared he'd not survived. The weather turned still colder, to 45 below, And somewhere still my husband was jogging in the snow. He never reached his office, he never came back here, I fear he must have wandered for many a weary year. He never sent a letter, nor phoned me after dark. But once there was a rumor he was seen in Stanley Park. Each evening after sunset, I sit here in my seat, Still hoping that my husband will come jogging down the street. That's how I lost my husband, the greatest and the best, But he's been gone for ages, so come in and take a rest. (Additional Words by John Dwyer) I reached into my pocket, still gazing at her face, And in her outstretched fingers, I placed a broken lace. Remember, dear, this token, that we did cut in twain, So you would truly know me, when I returned again. So show me now your token, my love, I beg you, That I may know you surely, and that you have been true. At that she sobbed, heartbroken, I can't, alas, alack, I used it just last Tuesday, to tie the garbage sack! O faithless one, I shuddered, how could you use me so? So once again I turned and went off jogging through the snow. Published in Canadian Folk Bulletin Vol 20, No 2., p. 4 (without author credit for the words) "The first set of words are mine ((c) Brandywine Enterprises B.C. Ltd.) and the second set by the late John Dwyer, who popularized it on the coast and brilliantly finished the story as a broken token parody. I wrote this in Edmonton at the height of the jogging craze, when people were really padding off into the snowy night, though not perhaps at 40 below. (The coldest I ever experienced, with wind chill, was -57)." Dave Spalding in Edmonton, Alberta |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb:Tales of the Frozen Logger From: Joe Offer Date: 12 May 11 - 03:21 PM Here's the entry from the Traditional Ballad index, which states the song may have traditional roots. Anybody have access to the cited issue of Wisconsin Folklore? Frozen Logger, TheDESCRIPTION: The singer meets a waitress. She recognizes him as a logger, and tells him the sad tale of her amazing logger lover. One night he forgot his Mackinaw, and at last, "at a thousand degrees below zero, it froze my logger love."AUTHOR: James Stevens (1892-1971) EARLIEST DATE: 1951 KEYWORDS: love logger death talltale FOUND IN: REFERENCES (4 citations): Lomax-FSNA 61, "The Frozen Logger" (1 text, 1 tune) Silber-FSWB, p. 30, "The Frozen Logger" (1 text) DT, FROZLOGR* ADDITIONAL: Walker D. Wyman, _Wisconsin Folklore_, University of Wisconsin Extension (?), 1979, pp. 35-36, has a version, quite different from the Weavers text, which he apparently thinks is traditional folklore Roud #5470 NOTES: There is a good deal of uncertainty about the author of this. Not that there is any question that the author's name was pronounced "James Stevens"; all seem to agree on this. But different sources have spelled it "Stevens" or "Stephens." Research by Abby Sale and others supports the theory that the author was the James Stevens whose dates are cited above; he also wrote the classic book Paul Bunyan in 1925. The "Stephens" spelling may possibly be by confusion with the Irish author James Stephens. According to Sing Out!, Volume 37, #3 (1993), p. 72, Stevens based this on an actual lumberjack tall tale. But, of course, Stevens also claimed his Paul Bunyan stories come from that source -- and many of them clearly came out of his head. It may be questioned whether this is a folk song. I would not so count it, despite its inclusion in Lomax. Nonetheless, the versions have been folk processed to a certain extent -- notably in the first verse, where the original version read "A six foot seven waitress." Somebody (the Weavers?) converted this to the unremarkable "A forty year old waitress," and of course this has been common since, even though the line is banal and does nothing to enhance the tall tale aspects of the song. There is some interesting science (or, perhaps, lack of science) here. There is, of course, no such temperature as a thousand degrees below zero, in either the Farenheit or Celsius scales; Absolute zero is at -459.7 degrees Farenheit -- and anything not made of helium (which is everything more complex than a single atom) will have frozen rock-solid far warmer than that. But it is in fact not unlikely that the logger was hard to freeze. Assume the logger's girl was, in fact, 79 inches tall. This would make her at least 15 inches taller than the average woman of Stevens's time. That's 23% taller. Presumably her lover is also about 23% taller than average. (For the time, that makes him an inch or two above seven feet.). And that brings in what is called the "square-cube law" or "the law of squares and cubes": That the surface area of an shape increases as the square of its linear dimension, but the volume increases as the cube of its linear dimension. In simpler terms, as something gets bigger, its surface area gets smaller relative to its volume. By a lot. Which is significant, because the heat generated by a body is roughly proportional to its volume, but heat loss is roughly proportional to surface area. The fact that the logger was very big did make him significantly less vulnerable to cold (though more vulnerable to heat). So while this is a tall tale, it's a little less tall than it might have been.- RBW File: LoF061 Go to the Ballad Search form The Ballad Index Copyright 2010 by Robert B. Waltz and David G. Engle. Here are the lyrics from The Folk Songs of North America (Alan Lomax, 1960), #61, page 120-121. THE FROZEN LOGGER (James Stevens) As I sat down one evening Within a small cafe, A forty-year-old waitress To me these words did say: 'I see you are a logger, And not a common bum, For no one but a logger Stirs his coffee with his thumb. 'My lover was a logger, There's none like him today; If you poured whisky on it, He'd eat a bale of hay. 'He never shaved the whiskers From off his horny hide, But he drove them in with a hammer And bit 'em off inside. 'My logger came to see me On one freezing day, He held me in a fond embrace That broke three vertebrae. 'He kissed me when we parted, So hard he broke my jaw; I could not speak to tell him He'd forgot his mackinaw. 'I saw my logger lover Sauntering through the snow, A-going gaily homeward At forty-eight below. 'The weather tried to freeze him, It tried its level best, At one hundred degrees below zero He buttoned up his vest. 'It froze clean through to China, It froze to the stars above, At one thousand degrees below zero It froze my logger love. 'They tried in vain to thaw him, And if you'll believe me, sir. They made him into axe-blades To chop the Douglas fir. 'And so I lost my lover, And to this cafe I come, And here I wait till someone Stirs his coffee with his thumb.' |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: GUEST Date: 12 May 11 - 02:39 PM don't matter which version you sing,just remember, jim wrote it here, northern washington...... |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Fred Maslan Date: 21 Mar 06 - 07:42 PM You may not believe this story But I have it for the facts For hangin in my cabin Is a frozen flannel axe |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: GUEST,Joe_F Date: 20 Mar 06 - 08:49 PM Lanfranc: I can't make "zero degrees Kelvin" scan to the usual tune. Anyway, to be an up-to-date smartarse you should make it "zero kelvins"; current official style is to treat the kelvin like other units. That doesn't scan at all, of course, but you could sing "When it got down to zero kelvins". IMO, however, a song that is already anatomically, meteorologically, geologically, and astronomically impossible may perfectly well go on to violate the third law of thermodynamics. --- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net ||: Entities exist promiscuously. :|| |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Lanfranc Date: 20 Mar 06 - 06:46 AM When I first learned this song, a forty year old waitress seemed unimaginably ancient. Now, she's a mere slip of a girl!! I have substituted "Zero degrees Kelvin" for "a thousand degrees below zero" because it seems to scan better and maintains my reputation as a smartarse! Alan |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Joe Richman Date: 19 Mar 06 - 09:13 PM Our Pastor today in church sang a Garrison Keilor "Prairie Home Companion" parody of the "Frozen Logger" about a logger who took up golf and jogging. His girlfriend, the waitress, dumped him because he became too much of a sissy for her tastes. That's what happens to pastors who spend a couple of years pastoring in Minnesota! They start incorporating GK material into their sermons. |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: GUEST,Joe_F Date: 19 Mar 06 - 09:02 PM IIRC, the stanza "They tried in vain..." was missing from the version in oral circulation at Putney School, VT, in 1954. However, I'm pretty sure I heard it soon after. --- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net ||: The individual is a social invention; the community is an earlier and cruder one. :|| |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: GUEST,Tom Bliss Date: 19 Mar 06 - 12:06 PM Coincidence or what? Napper and I were just talking about this very song at Nottingham last week, and up it pops here! Love the translation. Slide once had a feature in Keltica, the wonderful Italian folk magazine. The babelfish traslation is rather amusing too... click and scroll near the bottom ------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: John MacKenzie Date: 19 Mar 06 - 10:56 AM
A forty year old waitress these words to me did say I see that you're a biker, my brother was one of those Cos only a biker has a bug spot on his nose. This goes on about a motorbike that her brother built and there's part of a verse that goes.
He was doing 180, when he shifted into third................ Can't remember any more, can anybody help me with the rest of this parody? Giok |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: open mike Date: 19 Mar 06 - 10:48 AM wow-the only thing that didn't get mangled was the mackinaw... isn't a mangle an iron that presses garments?? |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Stilly River Sage Date: 19 Mar 06 - 10:47 AM Nope. He's a Northwestern hero--it's Douglas fir. Anything else is someone's adaptation of the original! |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Big Jim from Jackson Date: 19 Mar 06 - 10:36 AM Somewhere I heard a last verse that had something about they turned him into axe-heads to cut the northern pine. Or words to that effect. |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Deckman Date: 19 Mar 06 - 10:34 AM Jim Stevens told me in 1959 that the first verse, as was populiarly known then, is INCORRECT. He said that he wrote: "A SIX FOOT SEVEN WAITRESS ...: Bob(deckman)Nelson |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Leadfingers Date: 19 Mar 06 - 06:59 AM Frozen logger AND New Pipes ?? |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 19 Mar 06 - 06:49 AM Try 'Mangled Lyrics' Thread. |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Stilly River Sage Date: 19 Mar 06 - 12:41 AM We were playing that game a while back here a Mudcat, multiple translations of a text (probably over at MOAB)--it can be quite a revelation as to the work language is doing! |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: The Fooles Troupe Date: 18 Mar 06 - 11:19 PM "agitates his coffee with his inch" ....... !!!!!!!!!! |
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Subject: RE: frozen logger From: Genie Date: 18 Mar 06 - 10:01 PM I posted this in the Mangled Lyrics thread -- where you use an internet "translation" program and translate first from English to German, then from German to French, and finally from French back to English -- but this particular song "circular translation" was way to funny to leave buried there, so here is The Frozen Logger, BabelFish style: ;-D THE CRANE OF BLOCK FROZEN Like me one evening in the small coffee hinsass, has the forty waitresses of year of to me that these words said: "I sees that you are a crane of block, and not precisely ordinary Gammler, because nobody, a crane of block agitates however his coffee is an inch. My liked was a crane of block. There is none today of it but him. If you pour Whisky on him, it would eat a package hay. It never shaved its Whiskers by far its skin hornigen. It would bite it far towards the interior inside with a hammer zerstossen and it right. My liked came to see one day of winter me afterwards. It held covered me in a vernarrtem which broke three movements. It embraced me, distributed us, therefore strongly it in my Kiefer fallows some; I could not speak, to declare to him that it forgot its mackinaw. Then, sauntering I saw wanting to say liked to leave and by snow and joyeusement heimwaerts went to the bottom forty-eight. Time tried to freeze time him; it tested its level well. With degrees hundred below zero, it buttoned its waistcoat. It has cold it towards China, has clearly cold in top with stars. It has cold my love of crane of block to miles degrees above below zero. In futile, you would thaw out it and tried to believe you him, Sir? He in the axtblaetter, the Douglas ones precisely left you with Spot cuts. And thus, I lost want to say liked, and I came to this coffee, and here I, wait somebody agitates his coffee with his inch." |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Don Firth Date: 05 Nov 05 - 03:01 PM Actually, the first time I ever heard the song was before I got involved in folk music. It was back about 1949 or so at the party after the Pacific International Fencing Tournament in Vancouver, B. C. where they presented the trophies and medals and then we all went to work replacing the bodily fluids we had sweated out over the weekend. Dan Drumheller, one of the Spokane fencers (and one helluva swordsman!), when sufficiently loosened up by the free-flowing beverages provided by our host, lifted his voice in song and gave out with two ditties: The Frozen Logger and When the Iceworms Nest Again. Didn't play the guitar as far as I know, but he was quite a good singer. Which reminds me. I've always been going to learn Iceworms, but never did. Well, better late than never. Don Firth |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Deckman Date: 05 Nov 05 - 02:44 PM Don ... You learned this soooo long ago you still had your Swedish accent ... or did you learn it in Ballard! CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Don Firth Date: 05 Nov 05 - 01:18 PM One of the first songs I learned back in the mists of antiquity. Don Firth |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: JohnInKansas Date: 05 Nov 05 - 01:10 PM Mackinaws CAPOTES & WOOL CLOTHING appears to claim to make "authentic period clothing" of various kinds. The "authenticity" is unknown, but the various designs shown illustrate the "trad lore" that outer coats commonly were made from blankets and/or "blanket cloth." A "Mackinaw" is about half way down the page. Tradition appears to say that the Mackinaw coat is/was named for "Old Mackinac" which was a fort in Michigan, at or near the the present town of Mackinaw. Several online dictionaries cite, pretty much identically: "ETYMOLOGY: After Old Mackinac, a fort on the site of present-day Mackinaw City in northern Michigan. " Note that the common pronunciation of both "Mackinac" and "Mackinaw" places the accent/emphasis on the first syllable. A bit of historical research might find a MacKinac associated with the fort, but none of the easily found web info makes any comment, so about all that can be safely concluded is that it looks/sounds like it might have a Scots origin or lineage. Nothing found thus far indicates a time or even an era for the establishment of the fort. Yukon/klondike gold rush stampeder's supply list, 1898 identified as the list provided by the Northern Pacific Railroad, includes "one Mackinaw coat." Reliability of this site is unknown. I'd dig a little deeper if it really mattered before citing this as an "authentic historical document," but tradition generally supports the use of the "Mackinaw" coat identification at and/or well prior to this era. The "style" of the Mackinaw, as it's known in the US is a heavy coat made usually of close-woven wool cloth resembling a thick (i.e. old-fashioned) blanket material, about "butt-length" and presumed to be shortened to provide greater freedom of movement than other styles. The quick look via Google, taking just the surface scum, provides no particular support not clearly hearsay that this style was particularly favored by lumberjacks, even though that is "oral tradition." Photographs from the turn of the century of lumberjack camps show a few coats of this (short) style, but longer styles are much more prevalent. It appears to have been common practice to make outer garments from blankets, and some blankets were plaid; but there is little support for the notion that "plaid" was an essential part of the early usage for the "Mackinaw" coat. It's about as likely that the nearly universal use of plaid material was a later marketing ploy – "It sound's sort of Scot, so it should be plaid." Military Mackinaw (Jeep Coat) in World War II shows the US Army version(s). In typical military fashion, the most frequently commented "feature" of this coat was that although it was intended for "Jeep drivers" the tail was not quite long enough to actually sit on, and was an uncomfortable lump when it crawled up behind one's butt. I don't know to what extent the military usage popularized the Mackinaw name, but immediately post-WWII the Mackinaw (commercial retail version) was one of the most popular jacket styles for kids. Boys who were in grade school in the mid to late 1940s, especially in small/rural schools where sophisticated heating was less common, probably remember the "lumpy butt syndrome" quite well. In that time period, the retail products were invariably plaid, and other names were used for the same "cut" if another material was used. John |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Mark Ross Date: 05 Nov 05 - 11:49 AM A Mackinaw is a heavy wool coat worn by loggers. Mark Ross |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Tannywheeler Date: 05 Nov 05 - 09:52 AM Yeah, but: 1)MacIntosh doesn't rhyme with jaw; and/or, 2)"Mackinaw" is the pronounciation of an island in one of the Great Lakes in a logging area (of either Canada or U.S.), which has SERIOUS winter, and therefore would need heavy-duty outerwear which might be named for the location.????? Maybe???? And I sang this for an old friend, the bar manager at the cafe (that hosted great song/instrumental sessions for years) on her 40th b'day. She loved it--like everyone else in the room. Tw |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: kendall Date: 05 Nov 05 - 07:52 AM Considering that it was a Scot who invented the raincoat, it was probably named a "MacIntosh", whereas the Mackinaw is a heavy outer coat made for warmth, not rain. |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Ep' Eric Date: 05 Nov 05 - 07:42 AM I Have been singing this song, with guitar accompaniment, for many years at Ep'th folk club in England . I think I got it from the Burle Ives songbook. Also the previously mentioned Devil and Farmer's Wife. I understood his Mackinaw, to be his top coat that kept the cold out, as if it mattered. Eric Epworth. |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: JohnInKansas Date: 05 Nov 05 - 02:13 AM Apparently I missed this thread when it was newer. It might be of interest to note that the "Logger" appears in at least 5 books in my collection, although all of them are "popular versions" with little information on origins. Variously shown under the titles " The Frozen Logger," "The Frozen Lover," or "The Logger Lover:" Rise Up Singing, Ed Peter Blood & Annie Patterson, Sing Out Publication, ISBN 0-9626704-7-2, I believe this is lyrics only. The Incomplete Folksinger, Pete Seeger, Univ of Nebraska Press, 1992, ISBN 0-8032-9216-3, lyrics only, may be an incomplete fragment. Folk Songs Of North America, Alan Lomax, Doubleday & Co., Inc, NY 1960, Melody, Chords, 11 verses. The New Song Fest: 300 Songs, Intercollegiate Outing Club Association. (©1960 I believe, but my copy has a few pages missing). Out of print so far as I know, but copies occasionally seen. Songs For Swingin' Housemothers, F. Lynn, Chandler, 1961. Out of print, and a little rarer than the IOCA book, but worth looking for. There are several editions, but so far as I've heard it hasn't been published since about 1963.(?) From Sea to Shining Sea (A Treasury of American Folklore and Folk Songs) , compiled by and ©Amy L. Cohn, Scholastic Publishing 1993, ISBN 0-590-42868-3. The last one is the only one my index indicates has more than single staff notation (melody line). It shows "simplified piano." It is a fairly recent compilation, and I believe I got it off a Barnes or Borders "sale" table. Since a lot of what shows up at either place as sale items is printed specifically for the sale table, it may still be in print. I don't find anything in my collection on "The Frozen Jogger," which I'm sure I've seen, and I'm pretty sure I've also seen another parody called "The Frozen Climber" – for which I also can find no trace at all. (I found that the Song Fest book has "the other classic mountaineer club parody" – "Gory, Gory, Hallelujah" but apparently not the "Frozen Climber".) John |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Amos Date: 04 Nov 05 - 05:44 PM Buzzer -- the chords are very direct - 1, 4 and 5. A |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Stewart Date: 04 Nov 05 - 05:40 PM You can get this song - The Frozen Logger - and a parody - The Frozen Jogger - on my CD - Songs of the Pacific Northwest. Cheers, S in Seattle |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Buzzer65 Date: 04 Nov 05 - 03:57 PM Yes! Thank God they never die!!! I found this on a download engine sung by Cisco Houston...A great song..I am looking for some tabs to go with it...I'm a 68 year old learner and I want this in my collection...Anybody help? |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: BK Lick Date: 11 Feb 04 - 06:02 PM Ah, ain't it sweet how these old threads never die; they just fade away until someone comes along after a few years and revives them again. Yes, Sandy—Herdman, Hills, and Mangsen recorded it on their 1997 Gadfly album, Voices of Winter as a medley with Proper Cup of Coffee. Here in Chicago, in the bleak midwinter, this CD occupies a permanent slot in our changer. It helps us pull through. — BK |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: Bat Goddess Date: 11 Feb 04 - 03:06 PM Funny -- just before checking in to Mudcat I was listening to Priscilla Herdman, Anne Hills & Cindy Mangsen's recording of "Frozen Logger" and "Proper Cup of Coffee" on "Voices of Winter" CD. Linn |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb - Frozen Logger From: bbc Date: 11 Feb 04 - 09:43 AM Sandy, I don't know about the trio recording the song, but I have it on Cindy Mangsen & Steve Gillette's Live in Concert recording from 1991. Fun song! best always, Barbara |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: EBarnacle Date: 29 Jan 04 - 10:27 AM A recent parody can be found on the Steadfast Sailor thread. |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: Stilly River Sage Date: 28 Jan 04 - 09:31 PM Ohhh- me in my former life! I lost my original Mudcat password and such and set up this Stilly River Sage account. Someone fixed it so I'm only on this account now. (Fessing up, since several folks have been going through name changes lately here, like Mike, er, can't remember that last name--Rapaire, and others). Looks like it's Old Home Week at Mudcat. Several Pacific Northwest threads revived. I do need to track down those words to the "Frozen Jogger." I heard Dad sing that one frequently, so the words are no doubt in one of these boxes around here. SRS |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: GUEST,Marj Date: 28 Jan 04 - 09:19 PM I just LOVE this song. I've only heard Oscar Brand do it, and he sings a different last 2 verses: They found him in the mornin' A poor, sad, frozen ghost And they set him up in a stable As a horse's hitching post. Some day some hot horse will thaw him, And back to me he'll come And I'll sit and I'll proudly watch him Stirring coffee with his thumb! |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: John MacKenzie Date: 24 May 03 - 10:35 AM I'm trying to remember a parody of this song. It's about a biker, and starts.
A forty year old waitress these words to me did say I see that you're a biker, my brother was one of those Cos only a biker has a bug spot on his nose. It then goes on about the fabulous bike he built and then rode, it went something like... He took off down the highway, he took off like a bird He was doing 180 when he shifted into third. Giok |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: GUEST,Art Brooks Date: 15 Jan 01 - 06:02 PM The (Seattle) song circle we belonged to in the mid-70s added this at the end: You may not believe this story, but I know it for a fact And standing there behind the door is a frozen flannel ax. |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: Sandy Paton Date: 15 Jan 01 - 12:44 PM Didn't Anne Hills, Priscilla Herdman & Cindy Mangsen record "The Frozen Logger" on one of their recent (maybe released last year) CDs? I'm pretty sure I heard it played on a local folk radio show, but I don't have the CD, so I can't be sure. Who's got a copy? Sandy |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: Alice Date: 15 Jan 01 - 11:18 AM I just want to say I love this thread... The Frozen Logger songs has always intrigued me. Thanks to all who provided more information about it. Alice Flynn |
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Subject: RE: coffee stirred by thumb From: StillyRiverSage (inactive) Date: 15 Jan 01 - 01:01 AM Don, Is Frozen Jogger the one with the "broken token" of a garbage bag twist tie? Or a piece of lace used in its place? Or am I thinking of something else? There were also lots of "Raggle Taggle Gypsy" parodies and I might be conflating the parodies. Maggie |
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