Fathers & Sons

Being a Dad means taking only the green icepops.

My father died five days before I was born. His absence created a huge, gaping hole my entire young life not knowing him, missing someone I never met and not fully understanding why. Wishing my dad was there, wishing he could talk to me or help me out of my mistakes. I wish he was there just to celebrate the good stuff and be proud of me when I did good.

Dads come in handy that way.
Fathers can validate the reason you exist simply by being proud of you.

My own son is seven years old. His mom decided to dismantle the marriage when he was just three months old. And, like his sisters, my world revolves around what he is, what he does, what he gets excited about. Which is, frankly, everything from Batman to baseball. He likes to jump off my bed to watch his super hero cape fly and he goes to sleep holding the baseball I caught for him at a Lexington Legends game. When I wrote my books WoodSongs I and WoodSongs II, alot was included about his sisters. I've written songs and poems about his sisters ... but never MichaelB. I think not knowing my father and then suddenly having a son, a male connection to my dad, had a volcanic impact on me. It left me creatively speechless.

This is a picture of MichaelB. He hates this picture because he thinks he looks goofy. I love it because it captures the cuddly, lovable, fused-to-daddy's hip little boy that he is. And I know this mini-me part of his life is drifting away quickly. So, I spend as much time with him as I can. Which is a lot. I think I missed that chance with Melody too much, so I might be overcompensating. Either way, what a beautiful, tender, innocent and amazing little person he is. If I could go to a store and select a child like we select a car or anything else, I would have picked exactly who he is. And Rachel. And Melody. I love them beyond my ability to express. Verbally or musically.

Last week, Rachel graduated middle school. There she was ... busy with her friends, full of her life and her future and how she looked and what I did and didn't do exactly right. Just like little girls turning into young women do to there dads. I loved every second of it.

And mom was there, too. Much to my surprise, she sat with me and the kids this time. And during Rachel's graduation ceremony, MichaelB reached for my hand, and then his mom's hand. And squeezed them both together and pulled them toward his chest. And it occurred to me that this beautiful, precious little boy never had his mom and dad tuck him into bed at night, never had his mom and dad together at a breakfast table, never played catch with his father while his mom made dinner in the kitchen at the farmhouse.

And I wanted to burst inside myself with frustration and failure. Isn't he worth that? Doesn't he deserve that? Isn't this little boy worthy of whatever sacrifice his parents should make to give him that?

Instead I sat there, silent as MichaelB had that rare moment of holding both parents hands at the same time. And I thought about being a dad. Missing my dad. Wishing I could talk about this and vent to my own father. And I thought about being a good dad and how I had to work really, really hard to be one for this little boy. I thought about the incredible joy of sacrifice these little souls need from their parents.

And I thought about those icepops.
How Rachel likes the strawberry.
MichaelB likes the grape.
That leaves Dad only the green ones.

... and I hate the green ones.

Folk on,
Michael Johnathon
folkboy@woodsongs.com

Roger McGuinn

When I was 19, I left my home in New York. Actually, without going too deeply into it, I fled. And I ended up on the Mexican border in a dusty town of Laredo, Texas. What an adventure ... what food ... what music. And the people were so sweet and humble, a land full of incredible contrasts. The culture shock of going from a place like New York to the Mexican and cowboy communities of south Texas was jolting, to say the least.

I can still feel the intensity of 109 degrees in the afternoon sun, standing in the desert outside of Cotula, south of San Antonio. The sun was so intense it literally pounded up off the stone and rocks and you could feel it pulsating against your skin. And yet, that same furnace of a desert, come the winter rains, would burst into a carpet of yellow, purple and white flowers in January.

And the food. How can I describe a fajitas steak grilled over hot mesquite coals that are covered in raw onion? The steam of the onion broils into the steak with the nutty flavor of the mesquite. That, plus a hot flower tortilla, a cold Tecate beer and a hammock about 6 in the evening as the sun starts to go down ... it's heaven.

But mostly the people left the biggest mark on my young heart. They are so sweet and humble. And willing. And hard working. I know there is a lot of angst and discussion over those that come to America illegally right now. But when you're living there and meeting them in the streets ... not criminals or vagrents ... but family people, fathers and sons mostly looking for jobs, you're heart really goes out to them. All they want is an honorable chance to work.

And there are those that argue that America was built of folks just like that 200 years ago. And it's true. But this isn't America of the past, this is America now. America with 300 million people, and laws, and property, and economy. And this is America with strangers hijacking planes and slamming into buildings. My cousin worked in the 81st floor of the second tower hit on 9/11. It's a different America than it was 200 years ago.

I was just a kid, bathing in all of that new experiance. I found a part time job as a DJ on KLAR AM there in Laredo. One night, I played a song by Roger McGuinn and The Byrds called Turn, Turn, Turn. By the time the song ended, for some reason, I decided I would leave Laredo and become a folksinger, of all things. A few months later, I landed in the tiny hamlet of Mousie, Kentucky with my guitar and banjo.

Fast forward to 2006 ... Last night, Roger McGuinn was on WoodSongs. For the second time. And after the show, along with his amazing wife Camilla, we had dinner and talked for a couple of hours. He's an amazing man, a brilliant musician and artist, a loving husband. And a pretty cool hero to a young guy playing records at 4 in the morning in a dusty little town so long ago.

As Roger and Camilla left for the hotel at midnight, I couldn't help but relive the night that I played his song on that radio station. It changed everything in just two minutes and thirty seconds. And I can still see the desert. I can still taste the fresh flower tortillas. I can still hear the sound of frightened people walking past my house early in the morning as they made their way up from the Rio Grande and into the deserts outside of Laredo, searching for the hope of this place called America.

Folk on,
Micheal Johnathon
folksinger - tree hugger
folkboy@woodsongs.com

WALDEN: The Ballad of Thoreau

I finally finished the script of my play.

Walden: The Ballad of Thoreau is a two act, one set play about the last two days Henry David Thoreau spent in his cabin at Walden Pond.

The play takes place in September, 1847. Thoreau, a young man of 30, has contemplated his life and his place on this earth for the last two years and two months while living alone in a small cabin he built for $28. His friend and mentor, Ralph Waldo Emerson, gave Henry a small plot of land along the shores of Walden Pond near thier home in Concord, Massachusettes to make his intellectual escape.

A failed author, Henry would write in his journals everyday and imagined that, someday, his experiance alone in the woods would have meaning and importance.

The play is not a biography of Thoreau. It is a conversation and intellectual argument that occurs between to collegues who love and respect each othera greatdeal. It is a peak into what made Henry a great writer, and of the rejection he was facing. It is a play of farewell as Henry leaves the cabin on Walden Pond. Ultimately, it is a play about friendship and loyalty, of believing and supporting a writer, thinker, visionary and artist who was a generation ahead of his time.

I'll write more about the play later. My hope is to offer the script free to drama departments in high schools and colleges nationwide. We'll see. A website devoted to it will be up soon at www.WaldenPlay.com

I guess my blog has been silent since the passing of my friend. I couldn't really deal with watching his picture move down a notch. Joe loved little furry creatures much more than people, much like Thoreau. It was his passing that moved me to complete the play.

Folk on,
Micheal Johnathon
folksinger - tree hugger
folkboy@woodsongs.com

My Friend, Big Joe

I want to tell you about a friend of mine.
His name is Joseph Richard Garnett, some folks called him Dick, I called him Big Joe.

My friend was a good man, a good musician, a best friend and a great dad. He had a heart as big as the great outdoors and, as I often told him, he had a place to keep it. Big Joe was a big man with a big laugh and a big appetite for life.
And music.
And his family.
And his friends.

I was very fortunate to be one of them.

We lost Joe sometime on Sunday. He started his car to leave his house, went inside and watched a little TV while his car warmed up and simply left us while sitting in his chair. Peaceful. No struggle.

Very, very "Big Joe."

And I loved my friend very much. He was with me through thick and thin ... mostly thin. He bailed me out more times than I can count. He supported me every time I was bashed and pounded by others. Every time I went through a difficult time Joe was ALWAYS there and I could always call him and he would be the first one to show up at Bob Evens Resturant for breakfast and coffee. He loved that place. And we would talk for hours.

The last time I spent with Joe was a few weeks ago. He was tired, his heart was giving him problems and he had diabetes on top of it. But his spirit, as always, was brilliant. He was still playing music, still consumed with his sons Ron and Sean and their families. Still a good dad. Still my best friend.

Oddly enough, when Ron called me Monday before WoodSongs about Joe's passing I was, as you might imagine, upset. I wrote the day of the visitation down wrong and, although I bought the paper with the obit, couldn't read it. I thought I would wait a week and then read through it. Too painful right now. I showed up at the funeral home Wednesday with rachel and MichealB ... only to find out the visitation was the day before and Big Joe had been buried earlier in the afternoon.

I missed Joe's funeral. Can you believe that?
I stood there in the funeral home and I could almost hear Big Joe laughing his a** off at how stupid I was.

They don't make 'em like Big Joe anymore.
I shall miss my friend and all that he meant to me.

WoodSongs Show #389 - Heritage

When I moved to Mousie, Kentucky one of the first poets and writers I came across was James Still. He lived in a log cabin in Knott County, on the property of the Hindman Settlement School. A friend gave me his book, River of Earth, and I was in awe of the powerful gentlity of his writing and his love of the mountain region of Appalachia.

He passed away a few years ago. On show #389, me and the guys performed a brand new song named after one of Mr. Still's most famous peoms, Heritage. What a beautiful piece of writing. I gave full credit for the source and inspiration of the song to the writer of the poem, but I want you to have a chance to read the poem itself. I encourage you to visit James Still's web page and learn more of this great Appalachian poet and writer (http://faculty.colostate-pueblo.edu/sandy.hudock/jshome.html)

I shall not leave these prisoning hills
Though they topple their barren heads to level earth
And the forests slide uprooted out of the sky.
Though the waters of Troublesome, of Trace Fork,
Of Sand Lick rise in a single body to glean the valleys,
To drown lush pennyroyal, to unravel rail fences;
Though the sun-ball breaks the ridges into dust
And burns its strength into the blistered rock
I cannot leave. I cannot go away.

Being of these hills, being one with the fox
Stealing into the shadows, one with the new-born foal,
The lumbering ox drawing green beech logs to mill,
One with the destined feet of man climbing and descending,
And one with death rising to bloom again, I cannot go.
Being of these hills I cannot pass beyond.

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace #387

Let me tell you about my friend, Kevin "Darth Fader" Johnson.

We started WoodSongs over six years ago in his little studio off Broadway in Lexington. The place was in an old building and barely sat 15 people. He had all the gear, so it was pretty smart to begin the show there. No investment needed. We would do the show on Monday evenings, early. About 6:30 just like today. I was married at the time and Jenny used to make home made brownies and serve up apple cider to help bribe an audience to show up.

His son Taylor and my son, MichealB are just a month apart. Kevin was there for me when Jenny left the marriage, when WRVG tried to steal WoodSongs and cancel the show, he was there when I got hit by cars and had operations. He is also there when we signed on with WUKY. He's there everytime WoodSongs sells out the theatre, finds another radio affiliate, scores another award or achieve another point of success. Kevin helps shape the sound of WoodSongs, he mixes everthing on the fly ... we do not multi-track the show. As a matter of fact, we rarely even edit. What you hear on your hometown radio is pretty much exactly the way it went down in the theatre. We deliver the show to radio stations on compact disc. Kevin makes the copies on a cd duplicater that is, yes, in his bedroom. We hope Kevin is going to have his own WoodSongs technical blog soon, he's a very knowlegable guy with a ton of experiance. Here's a picture of Darth ... I wanted you to know a bit about him. He may be behind the scenes, but he casts a very big shadow :)

Folk on,
Michael

2006 Stephen Foster Awards

Anytime a folksinger wins anything at all that is called the "Stephen Foster Award" it's a good thing.

When he can accept the award on behalf of his friends it's even better.

That's what I did last Thursday. A bunch of broadcasters and media folks considered WoodSongs and all it has accomplished and decided to award us the Stephen Foster Award for Broadcast Excellence. Sam Bush was there, as was Naomi Judd, the great bassist Byron House, Eddie and John Michael Montgomery from the country music world. John "Rose Colored Glasses" Conlee sang his big hit song. KET/PBS and WKYT-CBS taped the event for later broadcast.

We even had a free prime-rib dinner.

I liked that my long time friend Jim Piston and Corday, Judge Ray Corns, Dr. Bob DeMattina (who took this pic), Eric Anderson and Lisa Szejkorsky, all from the WoodSongs crew, were there to enjoy the evening. It felt less "me" and more like "us."

During the day I got to visit with my good friend Ron Penn, an artistan and fiddler who runs the John Jacob Niles Center at the University of Kentucky. Thankfully, his long and passionate efforts to keep this great folksinger's work alive was also recognized this night.

And musically I got to reach into my grab bag and sing Vincent-Starry, Starry Night a song I've sung to crowds like this for a long time. What made it especially nice was that, when I walked into the presentation hall, a very good friend of mine was in the house band. That's Paul Martin behind my right shoulder. He and I performed HUNDREDS of Earth Concerts in many states together early in my folksinging career. He is an amazing musician and was at my musical side as my Tree Hugger years took shape.

All in all and good night for WoodSongs and most importantly, a good night that recognized the hard work of my friends that make WoodSongs possible.

MJ

Notes From the WoodSongs Fireplace #384 & 385

Well, Judge Ray Corns performed his 100th show last night.

What a good hearted, generous-to-a-fault and sincere man he is. And a good friend. Every week before the show starts he spins his Tales From WoodSongs Holler. Me, the artists and some of the crew watch him on the TV screens backstage ... it's a site to behold and we are very fortunate to have him as part of this family. And every week, he will call me after the show and tell me how much fun it is. We should all have a heart that big.

The artists coming to WoodSongs continue to be more and more powerful in their artistic scope. Last night we had Ryan Shupe and the Rubber Band. Last week, the brilliant guitarist John Jorgenson. Amazing and fun to watch. Holly Brook will have a long career and has one of the most delicate voices I've heard in a long time. Mustards Retreat was a pleasure too. I've know David for a long time and it was great to finally have him and Mike on WoodSongs.

Our TV production continues to take shape and get better. I'm still not sold on the blue lighting against the curtains, it seems to clash with the warm look of the eternal autumn theme I want for the show. But little things like this make WoodSongs get even better.

Folk On!
Michael

Notes From the WoodSongs Fireplace - show 383

This past Monday we had the Gibson Brothers and Lauren Sheehan.

I have to say, it was a fun show. Aside from the music, Lauren and he partner Ed, an accomplished visual artist, were both a lot of fun to be around. We had dinner Sunday night. The Gibson Brothers are great musicians, they have a solid band and their sense of song arrangement is very clean and strong.

The new stage is looking awesome and Jim Piston and his TV/Webcast crew are working very hard to get it right. It takes a lot of work in that old theatre just to change a lightbulb. Seriously. We have to get a mechanical lift to go up 30 feet in the air just to change a bulb in a lighting instrument. Can you imagine?

My friend Dr. Bob took a great picture of the new stage. Hope you like it.

Oh yeah ... one more thing. The University of Kentucky just agreed to accept the history of the WoodSongs Old-Time Radio Hour and archive all our original scripts, Bob and Larry's massive photo collection, the original DAT copies of the first shows, our posters, banners and other stuff permanently as a historic collection at the John Jacob Niles Center on campus.

Go UK!
Folk on,
MJ

Notes from the Road - Witchita Falls & Kerrvile, TX

Before performing with Odetta on Monday the 16th, I spent several days on the road. Friday night I played a full concert at the Kemp Performing Arts Center in Wichita Falls. It was a very pleasing evening and my friend, Dr. Hull, a guitarist and musician and accomplished doc in his hometown was a great host and a very talented producer of the show. My friends at KCCU-FM, the public radio affiliate for north Texas that airs WoodSongs, came out to the show we had a fine visit. The hall was full, the audience sang and was memorable.

The next day, I traveled about 7 hours to Kerrville for a concert there.

Again, full house, wonderful music lovers and my hosts for the evening, Marty and Paula Reynolds, could not have been friendlier and more encouraging. I hope WoodSongs makes it on the air in the Kerrville area, maybe KUT or the NPR station in San Antonio. It made me miss my days when I lived in Laredo. Gosh, the food is indescribable!

I flew back to Lexington, did a TV interview for some PBS stations then had dinner with Odetta. By Monday, I was cooked but very happy. Folks often comment that I don't have enough pics on the website or on my CDs. believe it or not, I hate posing for the camera. Paula emailed me this shot she took at the post-show gathering.
Folk On!
MJ

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace - Show 381

Odetta.

She has one name long before Madonna and Prince made it popular. She was the inspiration for Dylan to pick up the acoustic guitar. She made Janis Joplin want to learn how to sing like you "own" the song. Odetta is a magnificient woman, a true friend and generous lady. She could have been anywhere in the nation this past Monday. It was Martin Luther King, Jr Day. She marched and sang with Dr. King. She was there with him during his "I Have A Dream" speech.

She could have been anywhere on that day.
No doubt earning a huge fee.
But she came to WoodSongs for free.

What an example of a genuine soul who puts the audience and the art first. After the show, we had dinner together at Natasha's Cafe. My friends Bonnie, Richard and Richard Jr and Erica, who came to the show as audience members, joined us. Odetta sat with them and treated them as if they were old friends. Odetta and her musical passion deserves to be studied closely by every new artist.

Michael
folkboy@woodsongs.com

Notes From the WoodSongs Fireplace - show 380

I am surrounded by an amazing, magnificient volunteer crew. They make WoodSongs possible - for me, the artists who appear on the show. And for you. Without them, there is no WoodSongs.

I guess Kevin Johnson is first on this list. He's our chief engineer ... we call him Darth Fader, because he sits behind the huge mixing console. If you like the way WoodSongs sounds, Kevin is the guy along with Brandon and Adrian and the rest of the audio crew.

Jim Piston works for the Kentucky PBS affiliate. He's very busy, very accomplished, very smart. I've known Jim for years and we've done all my music videos together. He's good, those videos aired on TNN, CMT and VH-1 because he is so technically careful and artistic. The past two weeks, Jim has pretty much consumed himself into making WoodSongs a national TV broadcast. A TV broadcast of a live audience radio show.

Corday, his new wife and an on-air announcer for the show, is also the WoodSongs Crew Captian. She organizes the varios jobs for the crew so everything is organized. And it always is. Corday, like Jim, offered a tremendous amount of time and effort to maiiung the TV broadcast of WoodSongs possible.

KC Campbell, another of the hard working crew members, contructs and then brings down the set every week. Without KC, there is no WoodSongs.

And without you there is no WoodSongs. Without the audience there is no art. Nothing. I guess what I am trying to do is say Thank You, as passionately and publicly as I can.

This is an amazing ride ...

Michael
Monday night
January 9, 2006

Notes From the WoodSongs Fireplace - Show 379

The final show of 2005.

The house was packed again. It was pretty slim a week ago, but this amazing audience showed up and by the weekend all the seats were reserved. To think that hundreds of people will go through the hassel of downtown traffic at rush hour during dinner time - on a Monday night no less - to be at WoodSongs is awe inspiring. And humbling.

It makes everyone want to deliver the best show possible.

It was great to have Ben back on stage. We've missed him. He came to us when he was 17 and we've watched him mature into a truly brilliant player. He's been on the road some with Abigail and it is a fine pairing. Although I can't say how good it will be for WoodSongs to have Ben back on stage again.

Cherish the Ladies are, in a word, brilliant. And incredibly easy to work with. So was Abigail, of course. No wonder they do so well. The true masters and pros are always the easiest to have around. They can go with the flow, nothing rattles them, they can play through any problem.

The amatures rant and rave and stomp off because things are what they wanted. Fortunately, that only happened once at WoodSongs.

And speaking of pros, Bela Fleck showed up :)

If you didn't hear it on the air, you can watch on the archives, he came onstage during the encores.

Have fun, See you all on 2006 and Folk On!
Michael

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace - Show 378

I love our audience.

A big chunk of Lexington had a power failure that started about an hour before showtime and they still showed up and filled the theatre.

Certainly, it was worth it.

Pam Rose is a brilliant songwriter with a lovely voice. Truly a fine instrument. She and I had dinner at Natasha's after the show and had a great conversation - everything from songwriting to the Beatles to Janis Ian. I think she is the sister I didn't know I wish I had.

It's always good to see Phil, Curt and crew. Genuinely nice guys and great musicians. Performing with Uncle Phil during our song was a real treat. He made the song sparkle.

Regarding the iPod issue ... let's everybody just say "uh-huh" :)

MJ
folkboy@woodsongs.com

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace .... Nov 28

Show #377

David Schnaufer is my hero.

Here's a guy who took an old mountain laptop dulcimer and, for a time, traveled the world stage with it. I remember watching his video on CMT, back when the network was run by Stan Hitchcock and still adventerous and good, in total amazment that David was even on it at all. He and his performing partner Butch make a great
musical team. You should watch the video broadcast on our archives page and notice how clean and light David strikes the strings when he's playing. And his instrument is perfectly intonated. Just beautiful.

And the Peasall Sisters are still a delight. What great kids and what a great family. My son, MichaelB was at the show tonight for a while and got to play with their young brother Jeffrey Peasall backstage. I so loved that my son was there and part of it. Of course he had way too many donuts, but that's another story ...

It was a stormy day in Lexington. Tornado warnings everywhere but the audience showed up and filled the theatre. What a great hometown. Of course, the real thunder wasn't in the skies tonight ... it was on the stage.
Folk On!
Michael Johnathon
folksinger - tree hugger
folkboy@woodsongs.com

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace - Nov 23

One of the most romantic melodies I know is the title cut from Acoustic Eidolon's album. You can hear it on the encore portion of last nights show. I think Joe and Hanna, aside from being good friends, are great musicians. They came to the show with their son Zack this time, a fine and well mannered young boy. MichaelB should have been there to hang out with him. I wish schedules would have let us have some down time, last time they visited the show we all got together and had homemade pasta and wine in front of the fireplace at my old farmhouse. It is always wonderful to see them.

Jamie Hartford is a great singer. I know he's gotten his reputation with his guitar (he plays the driving electric guitar in the new Johnny Cash epic motion picture) but he is also a great singer. He can really reach the bottom, much like Randy Travis. Low and clear. Our friend Mike Bubb, who we kid around with mercilessly, was part of the band. As was Randy Kohrs, a twin son of different Mother of Rob Ickes.

I'm really happy that Scott Napier has joined the Folkboy Orchestra. What a great player and a good hearted guy. He certainly fits in. He and his wife dismantled an old log cabin they found and reassembled it on their property. How totally WoodSongs!

As much as Scott adds to our music I still miss my friend Harsha. We all do. This coming Monday he should be back from his trip and we can say a proper Thank you and Farewell, musically anyway.

And by the way, thanks to all of the folks who listen and write. This whole effort is for you.
Michael Johnathon
folksinger - tree hugger
folkboy@woodsongs.com

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace - Nov 15

We had two moms on the show last night.

I never really know what the theme or underlying point of a show is until the last 5 minutes. That's when it always seems to hit me or come together. Lot's of listeners think I go into the broadcast with this idea already structured ... but I don't. The show is done with the barest of notes and, to be honest, I don't even look at the artists press kits until the morning of the WoodSongs taping.

I force myself absorb the show as if I were one of the million + listeners. And last night it was about moms. Moms who do so much so well and still let music and art be part of their life. What a very beautiful thing to behold. Both Alison and Beth had their children at the theatre, on the road with them. OK, Beth's was on stage performing but Alison and Garry have a very young, adorable blonde haired toddler.

I love it when my children come to WoodSongs. Because of things I can't control, they rarely do. They are not encouraged to be part of it or to enjoy wha t their daddy does. So it is very difficult at times to talk about families being musical togehter when my own children are not part of what I am doing.

Sometimes, the very best lessons in life are learned from loss. That's why I don't want others to lose the chance to make their music a living part of their families.

Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace - Nov 8

Tuesday mornings are always a bit tough, especially after everything goes so well ... as it did last night. I sit in my farmhouse, sipping my coffee wondering "How can we ever do better than THAT?" I think this must be sort of a musical, artistic version of post-partum depression. Not that WoodSongs is anything like childbirth. I couldn't begin to imagine what this is like.

The Cherryholmes are a remarkable group of young musicians, their mom and dad love them very much. Cia will be a standard-bearer in the world of traditional bluegrass banjo. She is following in the solid footsteps of my friend JD Crowe.

I can't help but think how hard it must have been for this family to loose their sister and turn all that frustration and pain into their music. They came from literally nowhere, learning their instruments from scratch and in a few short years beat out Alison Krauss and Del McCoury to become the IBMA Entertainer of the Year.

And musically they deserve it, no question about it.

It made me wish my dad was alive, that I had even met him at all. I wonder if he would be as supportive and ecouraging as Jere is with his kids? Would my dad be sitting in the audience while I was onstage? Would he be playing bass behind me?

I would like to think so ...

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Notes from the WoodSongs Fireplace .... Oct 31

WoodSongs show taping on Monday October 31:

Well, this was a good one that meant a lot to me. I was performing a concert in Connecticut (really nice theatre outside of New Haven) when Bryan called me to say that John McEuen agreed to hustle all the way up to Lexington to replace Tish Hinajosa, who dropped out because of management issues at the last minute. I was looking forward to seeing Tish ... my friend Kari Estrin worked with her and, although I'm sure she doesn't recall, we shared a stage at a folk festival in Tuscan AZ a few years ago.

Jamie and Jonathan of HANNA-McEUEN did great, I liked their stuff and they have personality on stage, a lot of banter and humour. Of course, doing anything with John is like riding a roman candle heading straight into the fiery furnace of the sun. Lord knows what he's going to do but it is always wonderful. I loved his banjo playing during the encore (you can see it on the archive broadcast) and we even traded some pretty horrid banjo jokes.

Wasn't thrilled with my opening song, The Wishing Well. I played it in Connecticut as the encore song and the crowd roared in laughter but the folks in the theatre Monday didn't seem to connect. It shows the difference between a WoodSongs broadcast and concert performance ... they are VERY different and I should have remembered that.

Oh well ... :)