God is love and God is grace,
And I see her in your face.
Yet the devil sure can dance
And I see him in your glance.
Painted evenings, misty morns
A veiled glimpse beauty born
Within and around you.
A spark and wild flames ignite
With no shame I lose that fight
For solace in her soft fur
Until we both breathe and purr
Silent evenings, busy morns
The gift of grace you adorn
Within and around you.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Killing the blues
Now... is this the appropriate time to say while I do also dearly love Allison Krause (yes she might have started this deep love affair with woman fiddle players) but I really thought the Plant/Krause was totally overated... now I did like their cover of Killing the Blues, and of course I'm starting to learn more about Phoebe Hunt of the Belleville Outfit and I run into this video from Merle Fest. Wow.... I got to get there some day. (Merlefest I mean... yes I do have this deep infactuation though with Phoebe though)
I guess Barefoot is the headliner in the video... say what? Ha.--- I needed to update this blog post because I was sure that they meant Barefoot Movement, but they didn't exist in 2009. My research concluded that this is BEARfoot in the video.
I guess Barefoot is the headliner in the video... say what? Ha.--- I needed to update this blog post because I was sure that they meant Barefoot Movement, but they didn't exist in 2009. My research concluded that this is BEARfoot in the video.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Belleville Outfit
When in doubt how to spend five minutes of time to kill... go to Music Fog's You Tube site So it'll be a good day if I ever get a chance to see this group... wow another female fiddle player that I'm in love with, and I don't know her name yet. The group, three acoustic guitarists? they must love to hang with her too.... as a commenter mentioned though the 3rd guitar player is normally their keyboard player... a quick stop to their website....http://bellevilleoutfit.com/cms/ and you will be wowed.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Song School?
Each August, songwriters from around the country join together for an in-depth, hands-on exploration of songwriting. We connect to the creative source of music and to each other. Participants create, hone and share their songs during a week that provides a safe and nurturing environment.
Final sing at the 2009 Song School
Our faculty includes internationally known songwriters, actors, music professionals, and songwriting peers who share their expertise on the art, craft and business of songwriting. Past instructors have included Josh Ritter, Melissa Ferrick, Peter Himmelman, Darrell Scott, Mary Gauthier, Zoe Lewis, Catie Curtis, Pat Pattison, Vance Gilbert, Steve Seskin, and many others.
Sound interesting? Heather put me on to this... she must think you can teach old dogs new tricks... well I am a very good dancer too. HA..
Click here for more information.... http://www.bluegrass.com/songschool/
Music Fog is at it again... Kenny and Chip...
I can't believe what circles these people run in... MusicFog thank you, thank you thank you for the best video sound and look of Kendel Carson and Chip Taylor. Jesse James... a great song too.
and in case you have never seen one of the first Zemmy Award Winning video that included Kendal with Tom Landa and The Paperboys.
and in case you have never seen one of the first Zemmy Award Winning video that included Kendal with Tom Landa and The Paperboys.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
When you...
When you play within the lines,
but dream outside them
Then you harvest a wild imagination.
When you smirk at someone
but long for their touch
Then you produce a fine tension.
When you stop for the night to ponder
but end up writing instead.
Then you write a prose for retention.
By Dave Schipper © 2009
but dream outside them
Then you harvest a wild imagination.
When you smirk at someone
but long for their touch
Then you produce a fine tension.
When you stop for the night to ponder
but end up writing instead.
Then you write a prose for retention.
By Dave Schipper © 2009
A musical perspective:
The following was sent to me by my Sister-in-law Kim, and I thought it had to be shared:
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money, but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
Findings:
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the Metro Station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and people's priorities. The questions raised: "In a common place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?"
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.... How many other things are we missing?
Bell’s performance:
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money, but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
Findings:
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the Metro Station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and people's priorities. The questions raised: "In a common place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?"
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made.... How many other things are we missing?
Bell’s performance:
Monday, September 21, 2009
God looked down...
God looked down on a little tribe in the desert
With infinite knowledge and perception,
God planted the seed of the Bible in Moses words.
The future would bring those to oppose
But God hoped in time the simple stories
Would be understood be words of prose.
The great beasts help form the planet
Yet to explain that to weak of heart
Would bring out another idol of granite.
Now he wonders about the black and white
Why do some believers never see gray
She hopes some day more will see the light
Dave Schipper © 2007
Introducing Angela Easterling
I'm actually surprised I have yet brought to the Zemmy Show a fine talent that will bring back memories of early June Carter, Angela Easterling. Now maybe I'm not the best judge, so how about Roger McGuinn... remember him?
"Angela Easterling is a bright shining star on the country/folk/alt.music horizon! Her gift is so special. I loved listening to her new "Black Top Road" CD! Brought me back to the time the Byrds recorded "Sweetheart of the Rodeo" - tradition meets youthful exuberance!" Roger McGuinn, founder of The Byrds
Here she is to sing for you....
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Hey Mr Tangerine Man
So recently my video Mr. Tangerine Man got a spike in views when the New York on-line blog tagged this picture "Angelo Mozilo Charged With Fraud" with "The Tangerine Man" Hey here's hoping he's in the news a lot. Now I'm waiting to be parodied on my parody. HA.
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man (a parody by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs
Chorus:
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder
Though I know your evenin's venture
has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me,
You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.
Now take this catnip for your
magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside,
Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.
Chorus.
Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin'
madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human
is not against your pride
When there Kitty treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
You think, there’s finally a use for him after all.
Chorus.
note... parodies are 100% legal to cover and this one is really about our cat Toby.... plus all the other ones we've had. Parodies should really spoof the original, and I dare you to find Dylan's and look... these are good lines that fit his really well. Thank you Bob. Job well done, now I know what your were writing about.... here's an updated video with a few new clips of Toby.
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man (a parody by Dave Schipper © 2006 Rose Riversongs
Chorus:
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
I'm not sleepy, won’t you walk across my bladder.
Hey! Mr. Tangerine Man, place some hair on me,
In the early mornin’ please yowl a little louder
Though I know your evenin's venture
has returned mouse in mouth
Dropped neatly on the couch,
Left me blindly here to stand at the brink of gagging.
Your weariness amazes me,
You’re sleeping in a heep,
Baked in the sun shine heat
And your little head too dead for dreaming.
Now take this catnip for your
magic swirlin' trip,
Your senses will be slipped, your paws won't feel to grip,
Your tail will attack, daring you to be pouncing
You’re ready to go outside,
Your ready to come in
To go out, to come in, to go out and come in
And then back out again.
Chorus.
Though I see you runnin', spinnin', jumpin'
madly across the room,
It’s not away from anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
But it’s from the invisible foes your facin'.
Yes to dance beneath the human
is not against your pride
When there Kitty treats involved, or chunks of cheese not small
You think, there’s finally a use for him after all.
Chorus.
note... parodies are 100% legal to cover and this one is really about our cat Toby.... plus all the other ones we've had. Parodies should really spoof the original, and I dare you to find Dylan's and look... these are good lines that fit his really well. Thank you Bob. Job well done, now I know what your were writing about.... here's an updated video with a few new clips of Toby.
Those Darlin's Vinyl Release Party Video
you have to move to 1:28 to see the Darlin's ... but the "I got drunk and ate the whole Chicken"... is pretty funny, and the end ... my goodness such a mosh pit... maybe they might be too wild for a house concert. HA.
Christine Kane- CD Release Concert weekend
Christine Kane is an incredible talented singer, writer, and organized person. Check this video of a weekend she's planning for CD release with a life changing workshop the day before. Plus she puts her money where she talks as she is contributing her proceeds to Helpmate. a domestic violence organization that has been empowering women to go on with their lives in North Carolina. I wish her the best of success.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Bruce Cockburn's Barrelhouse all night long
I ran into Adriano Di Folco covering "Mama Just Wants To Barrelhouse All Night Long" by Bruce Cockburn in his TAXI (live in Rome). I should learn more about Adriano.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Catherine Maclellan "Too Easy"
I am way to busy to get wrapped up in much of anything recently, but I am getting wrapped up in Catherine. So is she just another Canadien singer that I'll never meet, Carolyn Arends, Rose Reiter, Kendal Carson, Leslie Alexander, Serena Postel, or Sabrina Kufner? So what's up with Canadian Female singers.. God I love them.
Well all I can say, is that today the few songs I do own from her played over and over in my office for about 20 plays each. I absolutely love "Water in the Ground"... here's one I should probably get off of iTunes.
Well all I can say, is that today the few songs I do own from her played over and over in my office for about 20 plays each. I absolutely love "Water in the Ground"... here's one I should probably get off of iTunes.
I'm a little Catfish...cover by Drew Nelson
I'm just discovering Drew since he sent me a CD as a potential artist to have at the Bluff View House Concerts... dang I'm really tempted.
A lesson in blogging from Blue Gal
I recently ran into Blue Gal and thought she did have a good blog going on... then I ran into this lesson from her posted back in March of 2009.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Arms of a Woman
I'm sorry... to my surprise this is the second time I tried to post this video to the blog. This video was first on a Paste Magazine DVD and I thought... Wow what a song... I don't understand why they don't allow embedding, so here's the link again and a picture from it.
go watch it; it's so romantic
go watch it; it's so romantic
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Willow....
Willow look at yourself.
When you were born no one could have forseen.
You would turn out more like a scrub pine.
So you are not majestic.
Tall and stunning with long blonde branches
Hanging over a slow moving creek.
You live as a lone tree,
An individual on a grand mountain side.
Providing a source of life to many.
Willow you soften reality.
Basking in God’s glory, you’re a pillow
A small humble respite of joy.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Photo Credits
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This is great...
Video of Peter Mulvey packing the day before he leaves on a 3 week tour from Milwaukee Wisconsin to Boston, Massachusetts.... video courtesy of Izmed.
If I could...
St. Paul's Song
Peirce Pettis is one of my absolute favorite songwriters, but here he masterfully used St. Paul's letter to the Corinthinians and made it one of the most absolute best wedding song that gets no coverage. I checked again... not a single person has this listed in iTunes... a money maker for all those people looking for good Christian wedding songs.
Yes I relearned this for a wedding but rest assured... I ain't singing for it.
HA
Yes I relearned this for a wedding but rest assured... I ain't singing for it.
HA
Monday, September 7, 2009
Catherine Maclellan "Something Gold"
Music Fog slipped this in a few weeks after they posted the first video. Ran into it again tonight in my favorites and with a click of a button, bought it on iTunes. She has such a clean traditional sound.... I'm sure this is not the last purchase of her music.
Internet meanderings...
What a wonderful place to run into.... sure I should be outside digging potatoes or cutting the lawn, but I'm finding sites like this!
www.npr.org/music
I'm headed back there to listen to Chip Taylor's Song by Song Autobiography. Who's Chip?
September 3, 2009 from WFUV - Some people get more than their fair share of the action. Chip Taylor emerged from a family loaded with talent — one brother became a famous geologist, while another is actor Jon Voight — and went on to become both a legendary gambler and the writer of classic songs such as "Wild Thing," "Angel of the Morning" and "Try (Just a Little Bit Harder)."
As you can imagine, he has stories to tell of his exploits at the track and on the road. As a performer in his own right, Taylor has become enormously popular overseas — and he certainly won over a live audience in WFUV's Studio-A. His latest project, Songs from a Dutch Tour, is a book and CD that acts like a song-by-song autobiography. In an hour-long session, Taylor gave us a personal tour of his rich and unpredictable career.
Walk on
Now how is this putting your mouth and feet into action for a cause The Slater Sister's new song, "Walk On", is available to purchase for $1 on their website www.theslatersisters.com/merchandise - proceeds are going towards their fundraising efforts for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer!!! Please download the song, and spread the word to anyone you know who would like it as well. It's just $1, and it will help make a difference!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Brett Dennan Ain't No Reason / Weed Money Man
Wow, I haven't posted one of my most favorite song especially since this one was recommend to me by Natalie Portman. "Ain't No Reason" was on her iTunes charity mix and it's wonderful.
Now here he and the band are having fun at the Minnesota State Fair
Now here he and the band are having fun at the Minnesota State Fair
Friday, September 4, 2009
The fog of life
The fog changed everything
There went the plan for easy drive
Eyes fixed, margins razor thin.
Not the moment he craved
The wipers worked like shit
Fluid and defrosters deployed
Almost resembled his life a bit
Both stuck in a cold humid void.
The rearview mirror had the same fog.
The bathroom mirror had the same boy.
Miles away from the last hug
But like that the fog lifts, oh the joy.
A two mile respite is okay
To a life of snippets and texts.
So seize the day they say
Drive out of the foggy complex.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
There went the plan for easy drive
Eyes fixed, margins razor thin.
Not the moment he craved
The wipers worked like shit
Fluid and defrosters deployed
Almost resembled his life a bit
Both stuck in a cold humid void.
The rearview mirror had the same fog.
The bathroom mirror had the same boy.
Miles away from the last hug
But like that the fog lifts, oh the joy.
A two mile respite is okay
To a life of snippets and texts.
So seize the day they say
Drive out of the foggy complex.
By Dave Schipper © 2009 Rose Riversongs
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Meet me in the morning
Lately I've been listening to Eric Clapton's cover of this Dylan Classic... and I really love this one... it made folding the laundry go much quicker.
Amy Speace is the Real Thing..... Really.
Ok... move over Coke ... Amy is the real Real Thing... I loved when she swapped Greg Brown during the workshop for James Brown during the Great River Folk Fest.
I don't like men who tell me how to talk and how to dress
I don't like girls who gossip when their own life is a mess
I don't like winter in New York 'cause I don't like too much wind
But I like the way you feel against me naked on my skin
And I'll tell you what I think and I won't sugarcoat it baby,
I am the real thing
I'm too young to know better but I'm too damn old to care
With enough tequila I might take up any dare
I'm as aloof as November and mean like July
But I can purr like a little kitten if you scratch me on my side
I like the way I look although I am not model thin
I am the real thing
Do I make you blush do I talk too loud
Do I drink too much, do I act too proud?
Well take me as I am or take another now
'Cause I am not going to change for nobody no how
I am not a good reformer I found a twisted satisfaction
When I went back to confession just to see the priests' reaction
After quite a pause he asked me if I was contrite then
He gave me 25 Hail Marys to repeat every night
Then I asked him am I free to go repeating all of my sins
I am the real thing
Chorus
You can look to the princess In her high glass tower
Or join us witches we keep very late hours
We are the real thing
oh yeah for regular readers... Yep I think I'm in love again.
I don't like men who tell me how to talk and how to dress
I don't like girls who gossip when their own life is a mess
I don't like winter in New York 'cause I don't like too much wind
But I like the way you feel against me naked on my skin
And I'll tell you what I think and I won't sugarcoat it baby,
I am the real thing
I'm too young to know better but I'm too damn old to care
With enough tequila I might take up any dare
I'm as aloof as November and mean like July
But I can purr like a little kitten if you scratch me on my side
I like the way I look although I am not model thin
I am the real thing
Do I make you blush do I talk too loud
Do I drink too much, do I act too proud?
Well take me as I am or take another now
'Cause I am not going to change for nobody no how
I am not a good reformer I found a twisted satisfaction
When I went back to confession just to see the priests' reaction
After quite a pause he asked me if I was contrite then
He gave me 25 Hail Marys to repeat every night
Then I asked him am I free to go repeating all of my sins
I am the real thing
Chorus
You can look to the princess In her high glass tower
Or join us witches we keep very late hours
We are the real thing
oh yeah for regular readers... Yep I think I'm in love again.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Freight Train Medley
Elizabeth Cotten wrote the best train song, John Prine said that Steve Goodman's City of New Orleans was next and Bruce Utah Phillips lived the life and knew all the railroad songs and hobos.... I smashed them together in this little guitar lesson video.
And surprisingly the only one I didn't see above live was Steve Goodman.
And surprisingly the only one I didn't see above live was Steve Goodman.
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