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djingodjango added a blog entry 'Short Term/Long Term' 18 days
It's been awhile since I've had a chance to chat with everyone. Things come up. Years pass by and before you know it you've reached eight decades of life; pickin' a long-neck banjo, strummin' a guitar and sittin' on the porch. Rockin' away.- chawin' tobacco and reminiscin' about things.
Well. Maybe not the tobacco part. And it's getting a bit chilly in New Hampshire to sit too long on the porch.
Anyway this is a piece I wrote a few days ago and posted on FB and I'd like to share it with you.
Memories.
I bought several pairs of reading glasses a while back in hopes of retaining a few.
I swear they grow legs in the middle of the night when I'm sleeping and scamper off, snickering to themselves, to hide and never to be seen again.
This morning I was eating breakfast, ready to do the NYT "Wordle" and checked my pockets and the table for my glasses.
"Where the hell!" I exclaimed only to realize I was already wearing them.
And yet we remember things from long ago as clearly as anything.
Like the time at the dinner table some eighty-plus years ago when my father got angry and broke a plate.
I was sitting across from him when my mother said something which set him off.
He threw his fork down, broke a dinner plate and stormed out.
You see…..my dad was charming.
Very charming.
My mother was a nurse and often worked weekends.
And when mom found out he'd been charming somewhere else one Saturday afternoon she suggested his clothes might find themselves in a bag on the front porch steps if he continued his charming ways.
My mother very seldom liked to cause trouble.
But she did not suffer fools gladly.
I remember the dish that Dad broke was green and white.
And we were having hamburgers and corn.
I don't remember being scared or anything.
But I was surprised because he said that the lady he went to see that Saturday afternoon a few weeks previous was very nice. He only left me in the car for an hour or so. I told Mom I had a nap. And this was after he and I spent a few hours at a local watering hole with my uncles where I shoved nickels into a jukebox to listen to Hank Williams singing “Hey Good Lookin’” and Slim Whitman yodel out “Indian Love Call”.
And then I played a shuffleboard/bowling game for a bit.
After he left he wandered around outside for a while. I'm not sure where he went.
But I do remember later that night after I took a bath and put on my jammies he came back and mom and he had a quiet talk.
That's the last time I went with Dad on Saturday afternoons.
Later that year he started taking me to church on Sundays if Mom was working.
He also taught Sunday School for a while.
I remember we would hold hands coming home Sunday morning and singing “Oh What A Beautiful Morning”.
I remember all that.
But I can't remember where my reading glasses are.
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Occupation: Curmudgeon
Gender: Male
Age: 83
My Instruments:
Dana Fligg "George Locke Model" Vega Long Neck
Yamaha acoustic/electric 12 string
Epiphone solid body electric
Washburn D10SCE
Oscar Schmidt 21 Chord Autoharp
and an odd guitar with no name that lurks quietly under the stairs.
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Richard Thompson, Earl Scruggs, Mike Seeger, Don Reno, Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Bob Seeger, Joe Pass, Django Reinhardt, Herb Ellis, Charlie Byrd, Charlie Parker, Four Freshmen, Dinah Washington, Ella Fitzgerald, Lady Day, Bessie Smith, Mel Torme, The Roches, Phil Ochs,Bob Dylan, Dave VanRonk, Toots Theilman, Art VanDamme, Chet Baker,Mose Alison, Hank Williams, Brian Setzer, The Beatles, Hank Thompson, Steve Goodman, Benny Goodman, Beethoven, Tchikovsky, Alexander Borodin, Eric Satie, Arron Copeland, The Gershwins (George and Ira), Leonard Bernstein, Steven Sondheim, Henry Mancini and so on
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It was 1960 and I was fresh out of high school. I had left rock and roll behind for a while after Dave Guard and the Kingston Trio crept up to whack me with a "Tom Dooley"-stick in 1957. Then came "The Brothers Four", "The Highway Men" and "The New Christie ." and I was hooked. I joined the Army because Uncle Sam promised he would send me to Public Information School to learn journalism, photography and a smattering of radio broadcasting. Hootenany was in the air. I followed my favorites, including the heart-breaking clear voice of Joan Baez to Korea while I wrote for "The Cavalier" and "The Stars and Stripe". I was a correspondent and photographer. Then it was on to New Mexico where I found "Peter, Paul and Mary", early" Bob Dylan" and some scratchy "Jimmy Rodgers"('The Singing Brakeman'). I bought my first guitar while I was producing radio programs for "White Sands Missile Range" and learned a few chords. I recorded a few live concerts, using purloined equipment in Coffee houses through the Southwest. Places like "The Don Quixote" in El Paso, Texas. And I listened to performers, gaining knowledge along the way. When I got out, the 60's and ?'s came hurtling at me, dressed with songs from new writers and performers. I went to broadcasting and drama school for a season in Boston and began to listen to the likes of Dylan, Tom Rush, Dave Van Ronk, Donovan, Mark Spoelstra, Patrick Skye, Jim Kweskin and Phil Ochs. I traded my $30 red and black Stella for a Gibson and began haunting places like the "Unicorn" plus "Club 47" in Cambridge and numerous clubs in New Hampshire. Then a group called "The Beatles" changed my view on everything. I became lead singer and rhythm guitarist in a band called, "The Notables". I bought a more expensive Gibson and an electric 12 string. We did 'Stone's' covers and 'Lovin' Spoonful'. I plunged into James Brown. A 22 year old white kid doing James Brown. I was nothing if not audacious. I went into commercial radio in a small market station back in NH. I wrote news, sports, rip and read weather off the teletype and interviewed everyone from William Shatner to Eugene McCarthy.and George Gobel. I got another twelve string. I got married. I acquired 4 children, and lost everything in the war. And I stopped playing for awhile. Then I met my passion. The love of my life. We married. We produced 5 children together. I was writing in earnest, after I began a spriritual journey. I started telling stories. Childrens tales, Anansi, Coyote and all the worlds mythical characters were part of a woven tapestry I still am adding to today. A friend gave me a Martin D35. Another gave me a Yamaha acoustic/electric 12 string. A few months back I sort of 'retired'. That's another way of saying I was let go. It was then I received my 'Dana Fligg' long neck banjo and am now writing for a local literary mag. I sold the Martin. I bought a Washburn acoustic/electric. My wife gave me a fire-engine red solid body Epiphone electric. I have five beautiful grandchildren. There is much more to say and much more to sing about, but I am glad to have found this place.
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