Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: WyoWoman Date: 24 Jul 99 - 12:22 PM I do a twang-free version myself. And I'm not here right now either. Really. WW, who actually only went online to see if she had email from some really, really important person and when she didn't decided to check out the campfire just ONE second... |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: katlaughing Date: 24 Jul 99 - 10:28 AM I am NOT really here, really! But, I have to say our own ART THIEME did a wonderful version of Night Rider's Lament on one of his early albums. No twang, smooth voice, superb pickin'; the defining version for me. pseudo-Kat |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 10:07 AM Yeah, Alice. Ole Jerry Jeff is great, but he sings it a with a little more twang than I do. Think we can get that old boy to come round the campfire? Mick |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 09:49 AM alison, I just happen to have a little link to that Night Rider's Song on real audio. Not as good as Big Mick and KC, but here it is.Jerry Jeff Walker |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Penny S. Date: 24 Jul 99 - 06:46 AM Angus, isn't it great, with our little world spinning beneath! But I've heard about your American skies from a friend who's travelled in Arizona and California, (but especially the former in this context), and even our darkest areas don't measure up. Penny |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Penny S. Date: 24 Jul 99 - 04:06 AM We only see the Northern Lights very rarely down here. I've seen them once, faintly through the sodium glare (better in the photograph, and missed the best show by being very tired and unable to stay awake. The Aurora prediction pages are on my favourites list so I can get another chance! But it would only be enough tp say I'd seen them, not really to see them, if you see what I mean. You lot are making me jealous! Penny PS I didn't tell you about the ghost that once turned up in my house last night, for obvious reasons. After Kat's lovely story, maybe it wouldn't fit. |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE WIDOW'S WALK From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 02:23 AM If I can get this *&($%#*&^ microphone working, I surely will, FAIR ONE. And WW, that was wonderful, here ya go, a great big old Mick Hug. You and I sing well together. And by the way, Alice. I would love to give you a hug while I am at it, and if you don't mind. This campfire is wonderful......thanks for inviting us all. I sure hope it goes on for a while..............Now, how about a song by one of my favorite authors.........it's called "THE WIDOW'S WALK" by Brendan Nolan. FAIR ONE, I would like you to harmonize on the Chorus. Mick begins to play a 3/4 arpeggio on the 12 string.................... She stood by the window, as the waves crashed the shore, To watch him come home, as he had times before. CHORUS: Oh, carry him home to me, Break the sea down for him, Carry my love home to me. It's late in the year, and the storm winds awaken, To the hardiest of sailors, the sea does not beckon CHORUS At their shady cove moorings, the small boats rock gently, Safe from the sea winds, till the new season's plenty CHORUS This room is my refuge from the toils of the day, It's here I find peace, and it's here I can pray, that you'll CHORUS If the sea take my love, to his grave in the ocean, God make me a silkie, that I might lie with him................The guitar fades |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 02:15 AM hey, WW ... neither have I ;-> .. after midnight... we must be addicted |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: WyoWoman Date: 24 Jul 99 - 02:09 AM At the High Plains Old-Time Country Music show in Douglas, Wyoming, in May there were four singers who did "Riding Down the Canyon..." I STILL haven't learned it. WW |
Subject: Lyr Add: RIDIN' DOWN THE CANYON (Autry & Burnett) From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 02:08 AM While we're in the cowboy mode, another one I love was written by Gene Autry and Smiley Burnett. It's not in the DT, but it is at cowpie.
RIDIN' DOWN THE CANYON
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain thread on this song (click) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: WyoWoman Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:59 AM "Well, I finished up all of my letter, Tore off the stamp for Black Jim, Little Dougie rode up to relive me. He looked at my letter and grinned. (And he asked me) "Why do we ride for our money? Why do we rope for short pay? We ain't gettin' nowhere and we're losing our share. Ah, we all must be crazy out here... "But they've never seen the Northern Lights, Never seen a hawk on the wing, Never seen the spring hit the Great Divide, Never heard a coyote sing, Oh-di-lay-di-oh, Oh-di-lay-di-ah Oh-di-lay-ee, Oh-di-lay-ee-Ohhh...." Ouch! S**t! My boot sole's smokin from the campfire... WW |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: alison Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:55 AM Hey Mick, do me a favour.. mediaring it to me? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:52 AM (sneaking in here to add a link NIGHT RIDER'S LAMENT ) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:47 AM Then sit right down here beside me, FAIR ONE, and listen up. One night as I was a ridin', graveyard shift midnight to dawn The stars were as bright as a readin' light, for a letter from an old friend back home He said, "last night I ran into Jenny, she's married and has a good life. Ya shore missed a track when you never came back, She's the perfect professional's wife She said, Why does he ride for the money? Why does she rope for short pay? He ain't gettin' no where and he's losin' his sha----are, Lord he must have gone crazy out there. Go ahead, WW, take the next verse.................. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:46 AM alison, it is in the DT listed two ways
NIGHT RIDER'S LAMENT (WHY DO YOU RIDE FOR YOUR MONEY?) (Mike Burton) and NGHT RIDER'S LAMENT |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: WyoWoman Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:43 AM A is almost always good for me. Is it good for you? WW |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: alison Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:41 AM I want to hear it now...is it in the DB? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:36 AM Well, WW, that is one of my favorite songs and I would love to harmonize..........give me a key..............And even though it is overdone a bit, The Dutchman is still one of the great songs ever.........sit back and let me and the Guild have a go at it.... |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:35 AM ooohhh, WW, I want to hear that one in person at Mudstock 99. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: WyoWoman Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:33 AM Hey, Big Mick. If you're feeling lonely and rejected, I might have the cure -- or at least a little ol' port in the storm. Bring that brass bra over here and sit a spell. Just sing me the sweetest song you know. I'm feeling languid and lovely tonight, hoping we might see the Northern Lights dance on the dome of the sky if we pay attention and don't drift off. Or just lean back and listen, all of you, real quiet-like, and I'll sing you "Night Rider's Lament..." "... But they've never seen the Northern Lights, Never seen a hawk on the wing, Never seen the spring hit the Great Divide, Never heard old camp cookie sing ... " )And then it goes into my high, lilting yodel, the one that makes all the cowboys go, "Ahhh." ) WW
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Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:29 AM Shite...........an Irish woman, under full sail, and with a griddle..........Is there anything I can get you FAIR ONE, a sandwich, make you a drink? How about you, Mr. Doug?..........nothing, are you sure???.......bbc, I would happy to wait on you for a change................What, Spaw?...........Wimpy!!!!!!!.......She has a griddle for Chrissakes................And she is an Irish woman, they have black belts in griddle swinging...........OK, Smartass, let's see you take her on, but let me move my Guild back a bit. Don't want it spattered........ |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:28 AM Mick, give us a song. Anything you want to sing. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: alison Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:24 AM doug is being a perfect gentleman and if you don't back off I'll take the griddle to you... now you wouldn't want that, would you Mick? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:24 AM OK..........OK.......damn, now even bbc is mad......I think I will just sit here and sing a song.........anyone got a request for a forlorn ballad singer?....... |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bbc Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:21 AM Hey, Mick, lay off Doug! He's a good friend of mine & he's almost old enough to be my daddy! Fair one & I are safe under the stars in his company! It's time to play nice & share! Doug, I do hope you'll bring Velma to the tavern tomorrow. I promise to find her a comfy seat & make her feel at home. Well, it's past my bedtime, folks; just came to say hi & tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you! Goodnight! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Angus McSweeney Date: 24 Jul 99 - 01:09 AM First of all, I have great night vision,... And then, Dylan's "On a Night Like This..." We'll make some tea come morning, alison ... And finally - it's Friday night, and here we all are. Maybe we should be sharing a campfire. Penny, isn't it great that I've seen the sky in Tuscon and I've seen the sky in northern Minnesota, and you and I are still looking at the same wondrous sky! |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 24 Jul 99 - 12:53 AM Now Doug, you are new to these parts he said as he rose up to his full 12' height so I will go easy on you. FAIR ONE, otherwise known as Alison is not by herself under the stars. Here ya go lad, sit down right here by all these other very nice, and very attractive woman, and see if you can use your expansive intellect and lovely voice to charm one of them. There ya go.........good lad.......and by the by..........stay out of the woods.......a fella could get hurt.........hahahahahaha |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: DougR Date: 24 Jul 99 - 12:41 AM No, bbc, I'm solo. Velma's idea of roughing it is either the Hyatt Regency or the Biltmore. I guess it will just have to be you, Alison (provided someone will make her some tea while she is gone) and me ... looking up at the black sky with a million points of light. Sounds good to me! My momma raise me right, so I'll behave myself. DougR |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: alison Date: 24 Jul 99 - 12:23 AM OK.. I'll put the pipes away........ |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Alice Date: 24 Jul 99 - 12:11 AM "Starry Starry Night" We are very far from city lights. In the big Montana sky, you can see the milky way, meteors, and, later this year, the northern lights. Any songs about the Northern Lights? (I know about Dr. Tooth singing 'aurora borealis, shining down in Dallas' from the Muppet Movie). Another nice thing about these mountain woods... no bugs. But, I did just hear a coyote call.. or was that a wolf? .... oh, aaaalisoooon.... |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bbc Date: 23 Jul 99 - 11:30 PM I'm sure he'd love to, Jeri, but it's pretty light around my area. You'll be able to see the moon, a few planets, & some stars, if it's clear. You'll win his heart, for sure, if you ask (Don't say I said so!). |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Big Mick Date: 23 Jul 99 - 11:29 PM OK........OK..........FAIR ONE, I guess we will go for a walk, strictly cuz I don't want you to trip..........Uh, Rick, will you hold this 12 string for me............Uh, never mind, ............Rib,would you..........nope, never mind........Alice, I think I should leave this with you for safe keeping. And here is my bodhran........wait, there is a fire here, I better take that with me. C'mon FAIR ONE, I think I saw a nice hill over here a piece........wait, almost forgot the Low D................What's that Obi Wan Offer?.........Uh, no thanks, we will be fine by ourselves. Why don't you lead these fine folks in another cheer until we get back. Then we will sing Liam's Brothers version of "Billy O'Shea"................... |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Jeri Date: 23 Jul 99 - 11:03 PM I remember lying on my back on a grassy hill and staring at the stars until I was lost in them. Can't remember when, where, or with whom. There's something purely magical about being outside at night - the universe is bigger. I hope Duane's gonna give "telescope tours at Bill's party." |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bbc Date: 23 Jul 99 - 10:39 PM Oh, catspaw! Let's you & me go over by that sassafras tree & discuss this privately, before you embarrass me! Is Connie here anywhere? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: catspaw49 Date: 23 Jul 99 - 10:30 PM Yeah right..........He "does it" with MIRRORS!!! I still think you're in trouble with this stuff, but uh, I'll leave it alone. I dunno' bbc, the other night in chat you said you "only had Control and Alt DOWN THERE" so maybe y'all are onto something. Spaw |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bbc Date: 23 Jul 99 - 10:22 PM Hi, folks! I keeping running between the tavern & the campfire. It's tiring me out, but it's so good to see you all! My, I wish Duane were with us tonight! He has that big telescope & he can locate deep space objects by eye. He's really something! It sure is a pretty night! Doug, is Velma here with you? You know, at the Mudcat campfire & tavern, there are no sore joints. She can frolic w/ the rest of us! Well, I'll sit down for a few minutes & enjoy your company, before I head back to the tavern. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Rick Fielding Date: 23 Jul 99 - 10:01 PM Oops maybe it's time for a happy little song. "Got the blues from my baby walkin' by the San Francisco Bay...." Living in Ontario, I just hope those ol' Black flies don't come by! Rick (still workin' hard indoors this week) |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: alison Date: 23 Jul 99 - 09:59 PM Oh Yes... I'm game for going off looking for stars.. let's find somewhere nice and soft (preferably dry too).. just lie down and look at the sky. can someone brew me up a cup of weak tea for when I get back please? Oh.. did I mention my night vision is appalling and I'll need someone to hang on to, so I don't fall over any logs........ ****grin*** slainte alison |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: katlaughing Date: 23 Jul 99 - 09:01 PM I can't stay, but here is a sad ghost/house TRUE story which was just published in a CT paper. There's lots more to say about the ghost, but I had a word limit. I hope someone read it and will try to save the old house. It really is sad as is its ghostly inhabitant: Historical New England House Awaits Wrecking Ball Before moving back to the West six years ago, we lived on Washington Street, across from the train station, in Mystic, Connecticut. There are only two houses in all of Mystic which do not measure up to the high standards of the old fishing village well-known for its quaint picture perfect appearance. Our rented house was one of those two which appeared to be the poor relations of the beautifully restored captains' houses which grace the streets of Mystic. Said to have housed the first telephone company in Mystic, they stood side by side, in faded glory. The one on the corner had a distinctive Dutch gabled roof to it, while ours was a large five bedroom Victorian with several windows outlined in stained glass panels. Ours also boasted a grand staircase in front with a backstairs for "the maid". Rundown on the outside, the old house had many, many layers of paint on the inside, covering what must've been beautiful woodwork and hardwood floors. While the landlord did repair the porch railing, we often wished he would add a coat of fresh paint to the outside, but it remained a faded, greyish white. In 1991, when Hurricane Bob hit, many bricks were dislodged from the chimney, leaving it like a gap-toothed mouth outlined against the sky, contributing to its careworn visage. Gradually, we became aware of a ghost which adored our house, especially the attic. Its presence was made manifest in several ways. One night, when my husband was in Venezuela working, I came downstairs the next morning to find all of the lights on, the birdcage covers removed, folded neatly in a pile, and the front door unlocked. Several times we heard its footsteps upon the stairs. I even caught a glimpse of it one night, as it disappeared around the corner of the upstairs hallway. There were two doors one had to go through to reach the attic. Both had latches on them, one in the doorknob, the other a gate hook. Many times, I found these undone, the attic door gaping open. My cats considered the attic their forbidden playground. Whenever it unlocked the attic door, they would sneak up there to play and perhaps be caressed by unseen hands. One of them, in particular, never wanted to come back down. We often had to use an opened can of cat food to entice him down. We never felt the haunting presence as anything but a benign, somewhat melancholy being. When we moved away, I was excited, but also sad. Living in the grand old house had allowed me to relive a bit of my childhood when my mom and dad had a similar house in Western Colorado. I had always dreamed of buying their house when I grew up; sadly it burnt to the ground and was gone forever. Now my children had a taste of what I had enjoyed so much as a child. I knew the ghost was distraught about us leaving. On our last day there, I went up into the attic. I'd left an old sewing rocker up there as a seeming comfort. I'd always felt the presence was waiting for something or someone. I talked to the dear being, letting it know how sorry I was to go and that I hoped good people would take up residence in the house I'd come to know and love so well. Through the years, neighbors have kept us up on the latest concerning the house, always bemoaning the fact that we were gone, along with the fuschias I always hung out on the porch; our old dog who watched over the neighborhood children; and the little flower garden I kept in front. Last summer, I visited and was dismayed to see the house was being trashed by a group of young people who were renting it. The side yard with its huge trees and deep grass had various vehicles in states of disrepair as well as a van which was living quarters for one of them. Huge piles of trash filled the porch and yard. The front grass and my garden had been turned into a hard-packed dirt parking lot. This summer, my daughter, who still lives in Connecticut, visited our old neighbors for the 4th of July. She called me with the sad news that both houses have been condemned, the young hoodlums evicted, their stuff still visible in the upper windows, the lower windows boarded up. My eyes filled with tears at the thought of those graceful old buildings being so neglected, left to the decay of time. Now, the ghost and its house sit alone and silent, awaiting the wrecking ball and my heart cries out in sadness. kat |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: DougR Date: 23 Jul 99 - 07:55 PM Angus, you're right. There is much good to be said about leaving the brightness of the campfire, walking into the darkness and looking up at the millions of twinkling stars that are always there, but hidden from us in the brightly lighted cities. Thank you Alice, for building the campfire and inviting us to join you. DougR |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Penny S. Date: 23 Jul 99 - 07:41 PM Outdoors is different. In a couple of weeks, I'm going to be camping in Cornwall to see the eclipse. My tent will be pitched some way from the toilet block (this isn't wild camping - no bushes, no bears, no fires, more's the pity), but the great thing about that is that every night time journey is accompanied by the passage of the Perseids, as meteors stream overhead. (Well, a few pass, anyway.) And, down there, the skies are dark, and I will be able to see the stars, and the MIlky Way. Penny |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Angus McSweeney Date: 23 Jul 99 - 07:32 PM Wheh! I have no stories to match these. (Then don't try!" they shouted). But whenever I'm at a good campfire there's always a time (and after Penny's tale I'm not sure this is the time) when I love to stroll out beyond the light of the fire and just look at that big, big sky. Anyone care to join me? I guarantee that no matter how many come, when we first take in that wondrous sight a truly reverent hush will fall over us all. One of my favorite moments. |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Penny S. Date: 23 Jul 99 - 07:15 PM Now this ghost story, if that is what it is, is really an indoor story, but it has a touch of Peter's up above, and it is, like his, quite true. I went to an all-girls school in the South of England, and part of it was housed in a turn of the century building built as a private school, a bit like a hotel in some of its design. It had a large dining room, with a balcony running along one side connecting the sides of the upper floor. Naturally, the school had a ghost story, and this one concerned a woman called Matilda, who had been there with a soldier, billetted in the building during WW1. Escaping from his brutality, she had fallen to her death over the balcony (onto this very table, said those who told the tale at lunch time.) It wasn't Matilda who I met. We didn't use the whole building, but, during some renovations, we once were put in a different room, above our usual classroom. It was almost the same shape, but with a small recess in one corner, about a foot wide, and a little deeper. We were there waiting for the teacher, when some of the class decided to indulge in a little horse play - push Penny into the recess. I objected, but with little success, and found myself being squashed into the corner. Suddenly, I found that the space deeper in was full of something which resisted me. There was nothing to be seen, and the corner was high enough for there to be no possibility of air pressure accounting for it. At the same moment, I felt a feeling of repulsion, that I wanted to be out of that corner, and I found the strength to push through those girls and get to the other side of the room. The horse-play was not repeated. I never went back into that room as a pupil. I couldn't bring myself to, though at the same time, I wanted to confirm that something had happened. Years later, I had the chance. the building was then being used as a teachers' inservice training centre, and I went on several courses. After having slept there on several occasions, with nothing worse than the feeling that the person who shared the room was standing by the window, when they weren't, and having totally failed to find the room again, there came a night of a power cut, and in the darkness, I told this story. One of the men there was able to tell me that, when the building was used as an emergency training college after WW2, the principal had been found hanged in the building. he couldn't tell me where. I did not sleep well that night. But I was able to find the room after that. I had, of course, been looking for that small recess. It had been boarded over, and the wallpaper covered it, but when I tapped the wall, I could hear the hollow space. I think, now, that whoever, or whatever it was, was doing what they could to help, and I would thank them, If I had the chance. But the building is now offices, and nothing to do with teaching. Penny |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 23 Jul 99 - 07:04 PM Hey, Den--thanks for the beer. Leej, do you really have Baba Brau? That's amazing. I thought it was only available in a microbrewery in Wiesbaden. Great stuff for getting a running start at getting sloshed--draw me one; I have a story to tell. Here it is, Den--I told it last night at the campfire: Have you ever heard anything like it? Is there perhaps a local legend about the whole Kilkeel fishing fleet with the exception of a single boat going down in a storm, maybe two or three hundred years ago? If so, I'd appreciate anything you can find on it. --seed |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bseed(charleskratz) Date: 23 Jul 99 - 06:40 PM Peter, wonderful story in every sense of the word. A bit of Bret Harte, a bit of Mark Twain, and a bit of the guy whose name slips my mind, but who writes about Mexican Indian mysticism. --seed |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Fadac Date: 23 Jul 99 - 05:38 PM Have secret tails, that would make your blood run cold. Now Sam Magee was from Tennesee, Where the cotton blowms and blows. And so forth. I was quoted this Robert Service ditty while on the top of a 50' tower on Amichka Island, Ak. The Navy had a base there, and I was servicing the wx station. I don't know if it's there any more. I think they all left. -Fadac |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: bbc Date: 23 Jul 99 - 05:04 PM Thanks for sharing "A Thousand Songs," Karen. Duane sang it at Old Songs, but I didn't have the words. Maybe we'll sing it at Bill's party. What do you say? |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: MAG (inactive) Date: 23 Jul 99 - 04:29 PM there's strange things done 'neath the midnight sun/ by the men who moil for gold/ The arctic trails ... aah, you've got it linked! Carry on! MA |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Fadac Date: 23 Jul 99 - 04:18 PM Reminds me of one night at Pozo Ca. They have a great Scottish games there. On Sat. night, the ones that stay, well, they have a big campfire, er bonfire, the pipers march around playing sad songs on the pipes. Knots of people stand around drinking a bit of this and that, singing the old songs. And that was a special night two years ago. Hale Bop was in the sky, No electric lights to be seen, just the fire and this comet in the sky. Makes me wonder what it was like oh, say 1000 years ago. Or a 1000 years hence. A magic moment in time. Got it on video too. :o) -Fadac |
Subject: RE: Mudcat Campfire From: Night Owl Date: 23 Jul 99 - 02:54 PM Anyone know "THE CREMATION OF SAM MCGEE"? Hold on a sec....I need to put on my Mudcat sweatshirt. |
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