Memorial Day Thoughts and Music: “The Last Day in May”

On this day we need to remember the sacrifices of our ancestors and our loved ones who have sacrificed so much for the country they love. I posted below the words of a song I have done every year when I perform for the Blue Star Mothers of America. You can read about them here: http://www.bluestarmothers.org/     And here is a YouTube link of Jed Marum performing the song. The lyrics for the touching song are below. Let me know what you think of this post. Jed’s song is available on iTunes if you are into iTunes.  Just look for “Last Day in May” by Jed Marum. It’s on his Miles from Home CD.

Here’s the YouTube link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEtnsS17VJo

“The Last Day of May”  Songwriter, Michael Troy; performed by Jed Marum

1. On the hillside of tears

Stones stand like soldiers

All at attention, all in a row

Frozen in time, youthful in pictures

Too brave to stay, too young to go

2. Here’s to the boys,

who all went before me

No honor or glory, could ever repay

The lives that you spent

Just tears in showers,

and hands full of flowers

On the last day in May.

Chorus

Though the valley of death,

did swallow them whole

God let no soul, die in vain

When the boundaries of peace,

get out of control

Let the Angel of Mercy, hold close their names.

3. There’s a house, with a wall

With all of the pictures, of all of the children

All of them grown

There’s a woman in the house

Who raised all the children

Who could never sleep easy, till all where at home

4. Here’s to the mothers,

who paid the ultimate price

Made to live out their lives, in grief all the years

Here’s to the fathers, who comfort their wife

With nothing to offer, but buckets of tears

Chorus

5. In fields of green pastures

They lie by still water

All at attention, all in a row

Though flesh turns to dust, souls are forever

They restored the order, our cups overflow

Chorus

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEtnsS17VJo

A chapter seven excerpt from my coming novel: Under the Witch’s Mark

My novel will be out in October, 2012. Plan on ordering it then.  This is from Chapter Seven, when Sheridan and Bronwynn go to a party.

My dad rose from the couch where he had nearly fallen asleep.  “I’m Eugene, Sheridan’s dad.  It’s good to meet you.”  He shook Bronwynn’s hand, into which my mother quickly inserted a goblet of sweet tea.

“I’m Bronwynn, Sheridan’s new and permanent girlfriend.  Let me give each of you a hug.”

I came out of my room just as she made this announcement of our status to my father and had hugged both of my parents.   I could tell that they liked her immediately.  She did have a winning way about her.  Smart girl.

I stood and ogled my girlfriend. Bronwynn wore a vizard mask, a dark cape, the skeleton key necklace she always wore on her neck, a glittery paisley cotton shirt tied in the front that nicely revealed that perfectly flat stomach, and she wore a long wraparound skirt. Then of course, there was the Bronwynn factor.

I had attempted an impersonation of Jimi Hendrix, wearing a broad-brimmed hat, a vest over a blue long-sleeved paisley shirt, and white bell-bottom jeans. My dad laughed when he saw me.  “What are you supposed to be?  Boy, I wouldn’t be caught dead looking like that.”

“I’m a gypsy, Dad.  Watch out or I’ll put a spell on you.”  I wiggled my fingers at him.

“Well, I hope you can keep him straight for us,” my dad said to Bronwynn.  “A girl can have power over a boy that’s hard to explain.”

An Interview with Peg Roach Loyd, Celtic Folksinger & Author

I first met Peg Roach Loyd a few years ago at the Celtic Festival in Jackson, Mississippi. She was performing there, and I was enthralled with this beautiful and talented lady’s music and personality.  At the North Texas Irish Festival, she graciously consented to an interview.

Peg is a talented musician–singer/songwriter, guitar/bodhrán/bones/Irish whistle–who has a soothing voice that hints of her Irish ancestry. Through her songs and stories, she connects people with their Irish ancestry and educates them about aspects of Irish culture as she journeys from Ireland to America, painting a picture of Irish history, emigration, musical craic (the Irish Gaelic word for fun), love and parting, and the pleasures of a good pint.

Peg grew up in St. Louis, Mo., before moving to Little Rock in 1987. Her Irish ancestors emigrated from counties Cork, Limerick and Kerry during the Great Famine. Peg began singing as a young child under the influence of her father, an Irish tenor, and her mother who instilled pride for all things Irish. Her interest in traditional Irish music took hold when she patronized John D. McGurk’s Irish Pub in Soulard, south of downtown St. Louis.

In Little Rock, Peg has performed frequently at Hibernia Irish Tavern, and Dugan’s Irish Pub, Khali’s Pub & Grill as well as, the Ozark Folk Center in Mountain View, the Irish Cultural Society of Arkansas, the Arkansas Country Dance Society, the Arkansas Celtic Music Society, Nashville Songwriters Association Songwriter’s Night, and other venues.

Peg performs annually at CelticFest in Jackson, MS, and other regional festivals such as the North Texas Irish Festival in Dallas, TX (March 2011 with John Burleson, as well as previous years with the traditional Irish band Cairde), Clanjamfry in Memphis, TN, and the Wheeling Celtic Heritage Day in Wheeling, WV.

Q: You are a songwriter, folksinger, and a storyteller. How did these qualities/skills develop?

I wrote my first song in college. It came to me out of nowhere as a sudden and unexpected burst of inspiration. I really didn’t know what to make of it at the time, but sensed something extraordinary had happened. It seemed to come from somewhere outside of myself, yet was about my own feelings and experience. I wrote just a handful of songs in college and got up the nerve to share them at a local student center coffee house across from the university I attended in St. Louis.
Q: When and how did you actually begin performing?
In the beginning, in college, there was only the local student center coffee house. After I graduated, I got a job, got married and packed my guitar away for 15 years. But the music, in particular, Irish music kept calling out to me. I reached a point where just listening to the music wasn’t enough anymore. I had to take part. I ventured out to an Irish music summer school associated with the Milwaukee Irishfest and took classes in bodhran, Irish whistle, songs and Irish language. The bodhran and songs classes spoke to my soul. I asked what I needed to do to take a more intermediate class in bodhran the next year. I was told to find an Irish music session to participate in where I lived. I thought to myself, how am I going to find an Irish music session in Little Rock, Arkansas? Yet, there was a session here. So I started to attend, first just to listen, then to play my drum, then later, I was asked to sing a song. After that, I felt called to get my guitar out again and learn to accompany myself on songs. The songwriting re-ignighted later.
Q: You’re based in Arkansas, but also perform in other states?
Yes, I have performed at festivals and venues in Missouri, Tennessee, Mississippi, Texas and West Virginia.
Q: Tell my readers about your first CD, Carving in Stone.
When I took my first songwriting workshop, taught by Robbie O’Connell at the Augusta Irish Week in Elkins, West Virginia, a door opened up to me. In that class, I wrote a song in a way I had never written a song before. It helped me realize I didn’t need to just wait for inspiration to strike, I could facilitate the creative process in a new way. The song I wrote in class that week was “Carving in Stone.” I knew at the time I wrote it that it would be the title track to my first solo CD. The CD, which was released in 2008, has nine original songs and three traditional Irish songs on it. A friend and one of my bodhran teachers, Mark Stone, helped produce the CD for me. I recorded most of the tracks at Trimble Productions, at Ville Marre in Little Rock. One track, “The Month of January” was recorded in a starewell at the hospital where I worked. The CD was mixed by Mark and Tony Young, HCYR Studio in Ingram, Texas, and mastered by Jerry Tubb at Terra Nova Digital Audio in Austin, Texas. Mark plays bodhran on it and created a cool effect with my voice and multple drums – Celtic and African drums - for track # 6, “The Famine.” Other musicians added button accordion, fiddle, flute and Irish whistle to various tracks.
Q: You have a new CD planned?
Yes, my next CD, which is also a book project, I plan to finish and publish this year.
Q: Do you have a working title?
Yes, in a similar way to how I knew my first CD would be called Carving in Stone, I knew my second CD/Book would be called The Path. The title track song tells the story of the passion of Christ and literally wrote itself in about 20 minutes. It was inspired by an assignment from a local songwriting circle to write a song with the words “cup, cloud and brick” included in the song. When I heard “cup” my first thought was the cup of Christ — a cup Jesus did not want, yet accepted just the same. The rest of the lyrics came quickly and easily.
Q: Are these original songs?
Most of the songs on The Path will be original with maybe one or two traditional songs or possibly a song written by another songwriter. I have about eight chapters or songs and stories written so far and another 2-4 songs and stories to add to the project to finish it off. It is essentially the story of my own spiritual path toward becoming a songwriter.
Q: What is your projected date of completion? You also have a book planned?
My goal is to finish the manuscript (the stories behind the songs and the songs themselves) this summer, then to work on editing/refining the song lyrics, melodies and song arrangements, and go into a studio to record in the fall. My goal is to see the book and CD released by the end of 2012.
When I started writing the liner notes for my next CD, The Path, I quickly realized the message of the CD could also be a book. So the project turned into a CD and book combination. My goal with the CD & book, The Path is to, through sharing my own experience, help the reader/listener to realize that they, too, can seek, find, realize and fulfill their path — what God placed them on this earth to do — their passion, who they were meant to be and what they were meant to do in this lifetime. The book will include questions at the end of each chapter to prompt the reader/listener to reflect on his/her own life and how they can more fully realize and fulfill their own unique life path.
Q: What are some influences upon your musical style, your songwriting, and your storytelling? 
My early influences come from the folk tradition of the 1960′s and 70′s — songwriters like John Denver, Carole King, Carly Simon, Peter, Paul & Mary, James Taylor. I remember the first concert I ever attended. My sister, Mary Pat took me to see John Denver and he had these beautiful images of the Rocky Mountains projected on to large screens as he sang his songs. And he told the background story of the song and what inspired him to write it. I thought “Wow!” I’d love to do that!
Q: Is there anything else you’d like to share? 

I’m working now to get about the business of owning my life and doing what God placed me here on this earth to do. I think that reason is writing songs and sharing stories. I want to utilize storytelling and songwriting for a greater purpose than just providing entertaining songs. I want the songs to be or mean something more. I hope to have an impact; to share an emotion (be it joy, laughter or sorrow) that connects with people in a meaningful way. I hope the songs I write, in some measure, serve to inspire, heal and speak the truth.

Visit Peg’s website: www.CellaDawnMusic.com Her CD is available from the Historic Arkansas Museum in Little Rock, at Hibernia Irish Tavern in Little Rock, onCDBaby.comDigStation.com, and iTunes.com.

Peter Matthiessen’s Killing Mister Watson

I once lived in South Florida (Naples) for two years. I loved that area, and sometimes I wish I had never left it. I remember the lush vegetation, an almost indescribable beauty, the fantastic hunting and fishing, and  my first taste of snook–which has to be the best tasting fish I’ve ever eaten. My life mingled with new friends, with migrants and Cubans and Seminoles, and the overwhelming presence of the Everglades.

Last January, Jed Marum and I toured with our music and stories to Okeechobee, Florida for the Second Seminole War event/reenactment there. On the way back at the Tallahassee state museum, I picked up a CD of songs and interviews on the Everglades. One track was an interview with Peter Matthiessen about his book, Killing Mister Watson. I was intrigued, so of course I ordered the book, read it, and now want to give you a few of my thoughts on that reading.

In the novel’s dedication to the pioneer families of Southwest Florida,  Matthiessen says his research took six years. He tells the story of Edgar J. Watson, one of those early pioneers in that wild and lawless region. It is a harsh, hard world those early pioneers lived in and Matthiessen causes the reader to experience it.  This is an enriching study of human nature, a study of nature itself, and a historical study of the Florida coast. I found myself constantly looking up the plants, animals, and people alluded to. But it all centers on the Mister Watson. Was he the monster some said murdered up to fifty people? Or is the myth and legend of this mysterious and at times charismatic man total exaggeration? Was he also a victim?  Whatever we conclude, we must admit that his influence was pervasive and troubling. Here’s a quote that illustrates:

“It wasn’t Mister Watson’s manners won me over, though Lord Knows manners was scarce in this rough section It was the way he carried himself, kept a little apart. What that man understood so well–he explained this to me–you had to keep a sharp eye on your life. One careless mistake and a life unraveled, Mister Watson said, and there weren’t no way in hell–Forgive me ma’am!–to mend it back” (217).

There’s a good deal of this “unraveling” of people’s lives in the novel and in the end, it’s Watson himself who learns the hard truth of his own statement.  Matthiessen writes, as Time Magazine said, a novel with a “moral anguish” that the reader cannot escape. The next time I’m in South Florida, I intend to find Watson’s grave and Chokoloskee Island. Here’s the Works Cited entry for this novel:

Matthiessen, Peter. Killing Mister Watson. New York: Vintage, 1991.

“Bobby, Baby” by Lera Lynn–Lyrics & Chords

In my recent travels and listening to satellite radio, I heard Prairie Home Companion and one of the performers featured was new to me–a folksinger by the name of Lera Lynn. She did a song called “Bobby, Baby” that really caught my attention. You can hear the song here on the Prairie Home Companion site (for the 5/12/2012 show) . I decided to post the lyrics and words for this song in this blog entry. Let me know if I transcribed any of the words incorrectly and I’ll change them.  Lera is definitely a songwriter and performer that has my attention.

Bobby, Baby

Capo 2nd Fret

Em

Verse 1: There’s a bump on the hill, where your body lies

D
There’s a stone in the ground, reads “this man did try”

Em
If you look to the east, you see your estate

D
Weathered and hollowed out by your mistakes

CHORUS:
Em G
Oh Bobby, baby, we all know the truth

D Em
You were looking for love in all the bad that you’d do

G
Bobby, baby, we all know the deal

D Em
Your row was hard and long and straight up a hill
Am Em Am Em
Your mother was gone, your daddy did wrong

Am Em D
Your brother died by his own hand

Am Em   Am Em
Your wife tried so long, but you she disowned

Am Em D Em
Your daughter was lost with your land, with your land

Verse 2:

Every once in awhile, I still can see

Your blue eyes searching a way to be free

And I go to your grave, bottle in hand

And pour out your freedom right there in the sand

CHORUS:

REPEAT CHORUS:

 

“All the Pretty Little Horses: Suzy Boggus Version

ALL THE PRETTY LITTLE HORSES  (Traditional)

in Bb Minor Capo first fret: Am,  Dm, E7, Am

Shift: C, Am, E7, Am.  It’s possible I missed a word or two in the transcription. If I did, leave a comment and let me know the correct word.

Verse 1: 

Hush-a-bye-, don’t you cry.

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, you shall have,

All the pretty little horses.

Verse 2: 

Rest your head,

Mama said,

Go to sleepy little baby.

When you wake, You’ll have cake.

To go to six little horses.

SHIFT:

Blacks and bays, dapples and greys,

All the pretty little horses.

Verse 3: 

Way down yonder,

In the meadow,

Lies a poor little baby crying

Bees and butterflies,

Flutter around his eyes,

Poor little baby crying mama

SHIFT 2: 

Blacks and bays, dapples and greys,

All the pretty little horses.

Repeat First first verse: 

Shady Grove Lyrics: Suzy Boggus Version

Suzy does this song in C#Minor. Capo on the 4th fret. The chords would be:

Am, G, Am, C, G, Am  throughout. 

She stars with the CHORUS:

Shady Grove, my little love

Shady Grove I say

Shady Grove, my little love,

I’m bound to go away

VERSE 1: 

Cheeks are like a blooming rose,

Eyes of the deepest brown

She’s the darling of my heart

Stay till the sun goes down.

CHORUS:

 Verse 2: 

I went to see my Shady Grove

She’s standing in the door,

Shoes and stockings in her hand,

Little bare feet on the floor.

CHORUS:

Verse 3: 

I wish I had a needle and thread

As fine as I could sew,

I’d sew my true love to my side

And down the street I’d go.

CHORUS:

Verse 4:

I wish I had a big fine horse,

And corn to feed him on

And a pretty girl to stay at home

To feed him when I’m gone.

CHORUS:

Verse 5: 

Peaches in the summertime

Apples in the fall.

If I can’t get the girl I love,

I don’t want none at all.

 

YouTube Video Contest

 POST YOUR OWN ORIGINAL VIDEO ON YOUTUBE AND WIN A PRIZE!

Video Contest Guidelines 

1. You must use one of these songs: “Goober Peas” by Rickey E. Pittman from his CD Bard of the South (you can get this on iTunes) or “Ima Hogg Boogie,” also on the same CD and on iTunes.

“Goober Peas” tells of a love for peanuts!  “Ima Hogg Boogie” tells of the most famous Texas Hogg in history, a young girl named Ima!

2.  You or you and others must create a video to go with the song you select. You can use a constant video, or go picture to picture (PowerPoint easily can become a video), or even use original art work.  You can be in costume or regular clothes and you may use props and masks. It can be made inside or out.  You can lip-sync (i.e,. pretend that you’re singing) or sing out loud along with the song or with the chorus of the song (that would work best). Watch a few Youtube videos to get some ideas. You can tell a story in text or in pictures on the screen.  The main idea is to create something funny, fun, and that goes along with the song.

3. GUIDELINES:

1. It must be posted on Youtube no later than May 20, 2012.

2. You must give credit on the first and last slide or frame of the video like this:

“The Ima Hogg Boogie” a song by Rickey E. Pittman, bardofthesouth.com

OR

“Goober Peas” a song by Rickey E. Pittman, bardofthesouth.com

3. You must list all actors at the end of the video as well as the school and city and state you are from. You must give your video a unique name.

4. There must be NO profanity or anything inappropriate anywhere in the video. This should be viewed as a school project.

5. You must email me at rickeyp@bayou.com and tell me the video is posted and give me the link. It should look like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8r-_OAW2Fk

In fact, watch this video to see how I made a video to fit my friend Jed Marum’s song.  If you win, I will contact you by email and make arrangements for you to receive your prize.

6. This contest is only for students from 4th grade to high school. I may have a college contest at a later time

PRIZES:

First prize: $50.00 in cash

Second prize $25.00

Third prize: A CD of your choice (I have two, Bard of the South, and The Minstrel Boy by the Bard of the South—You can see their song lists on my website.)

 

Loren C. Gruber: The Muskie Professor

At the Ozark Creative Writers Conference in October 2011–an event that proved to be one of the highlights of my writing life–I met Loren C. Gruber, a professor who knew literature so well that his speech flowed deep and rich with allusions, a witty man skilled in the art of the well-turned phrase. He is an instructor at Missouri Valley College in Marshall, Missouri. This past March, when I visited and spoke at the school, I found the students had a deep respect for their instructor. He is personable, funny, and though hard-line in his expectations, he manages to motivate his students to produce excellent work.  There is much I could write about him, but what really caught my attention is the fact he is known as the Muskie Professor. One evening over supper and drinks, we talked about his obsession with muskies and I thought a blog entry on his passion would be very appropriate.  His personal slogan is: May All Your Mornings Be Muskie Mornings!

Here is his own testimony about  his passion for and experience with muskie fishing:

LOREN: I began fishing for muskies in 1953 on Lake Winnebigoshish, Minnesota, with my father. He had lived in Motley, Minnesota, for a few years while his father served the Methodist Episcopal Church there as its minister. We then began fishing for muskies on nearby Cass Lake in 1954, and fished Leech Lake on and off, as well. I fished Pymatuning Reservoir in Pennsylvania probably in 1965 when I taught at Grove City College. Since I’ve moved to Missouri, I also fish for these toothy critters at Pomme de Terre. I’m a Life Member Muskies, Inc., having joined one of the earliest-formed chapters at Pomme de Terre. I’ve guided muskie fishermen as a summer-time job until last year. That’s when  the Coast Guard issued the requirement that all inland water fishing guides be licensed as captains. I’m about to begin studying for my license. Four about the past six years, I have provided design ideas to Paul Jensen, sole proprietor of Jensen Jigs. I am his chief field tester for Jensen Jigs Musky Clatterbaits, and so far, his designs out-catch the major brands. Three of my design ideas at the Cass Lake Cisco, a walleye pattern, and a perch pattern (with a Cass Lake variation). I am a frequent contributor to KMMO’s “In the Outdoors with Brad and Brian,” here in Marshall.  The station’s signal covers roughly the upper third of Missour, with listeners as far south as Warsaw. Brian Sowers, the morning show host, dubbed me “The Muskie Professor,” so that is my brand. Fishing for muskies involves a lot of study and fine tuning.  I’ve discovered that having a GPS structure map and an excellent sonar help me locate the habitat and muskies themselves, but weather, water conditions, conditioning against certain bait patterns, and fishing pressure challenge those of us who are obsessive enough to pursue these elusive, intelligent creatures. Muskies are like elephants insofar as they are prized by fishermen, but I no longer care if I boat a muskie: they are fragile and easily stressed to the point that they will not survive a catch-and-release. Many people mishandle them, which further diminishes the chance that they will survive. 48” is now the *mimimum* legal limit. In 1953, the minimum size was either 30 or 36 inches.

Gruber has an excellent website here: In addition to his encyclopedic knowledge of the species, on his website he provides guide services for those who have dreamed of catching a trophy muskie, he provides tips to muskie fishing success (I learned they are not the easiest fish in the world to catch), there are testimonials, and he has tested muskie lures and has the test results posted there. He also has a radio program on KMMO-FM and www.kmmo.com on Sundays. 7-8 p.m. Central time.

Here’s a picture of the Muskie Professor (bearded one on left)!

The Muskie Professor!

Loren C. Gruber

Here’s a photo of Loren,  with Tessa, a graduate student and friend of mine at Missouri Valley College where Loren teaches English.

Ozark Creative Writers Conference

Excerpt from the Prologue of Under the Witch’s Mark: A new novel by Rickey E. Pittman

I loved a witch once. Loved her totally, uniquely—naively.  I loved her before she took final decisive steps across lines that separate  twilight from darkness, and I loved her after the busy shadow-world hid her from my sight.

Bronwynn and I lived in North Dallas in an upper-middle-class neighborhood.  We had just graduated from high school. We lived and looked like the rest of the emotionally charged, music-driven Led Zeppelin generation about us, killing time and brain cells with drugs, alcohol, sex and rock music that was almost as loud as our own inner chaos. We were woven into the tapestry of that milieu.

But the zeitgeist that enveloped our hedonistic generation is only the backdrop for the dark story of witchcraft I need to tell.

"Those big brown eyes . . . Definitely my kind of girl."