Hi Dave,
I'm kind of bummed that no one has listened to the Dick Rosmini hot-licks I recommemded... :o(
>>Were you a professional entertainer? Not me. I could entertain the kindlier members of my own family with my little Gibson LG1.
I played a few dozen gigs for 'peanuts' (or dinner in some cases) in various groups or solo-- Gibson 12 (Seeger/Ledbelly style) and a 5-string banjo (Pete Seeger and Billy Faier style)
>>Once in a tavern in upstate New York my assistant and I met a musician who was a virtuoso on the 12 string and six string. He wrote out the words to Coal Tattoo on a placemat and gave it to me. I still have it in my guitar case and it's always been my favorite. I've forgotten that fellow's name, but he later joined up with the New Cristy Minstrels, which was one of my favorite groups.
Yes, it's funny how some of the people we pal'ed around with went on to big things. NCM was nice but my all time favorite was The Weavers.
>>Do you know classical guitar?
Worked on it for a couple of years while I was in the service. Did some Charlie Byrd-style Bossa Nova too...
>>I'm not a real fan of it, but a guitarist named Christopher Parkening lived for a time near the small town in Idaho where I worked (Kooskia -- pronounced kooskee). He had studied under Segovia.
Oh my gosh!
>>Chris got into trouble by shooting a moose during elk season. He faced the music and paid the fine.
I use to howl with laughter at the Ice House in Pasadena when Mason Williams would do his nutty poems. My favorite was "Them Moose Goosers", you know the Park Ranger wearing the special patch sewn on his uniform --two crossed fists with thumbs-up--to liven up the forest for the tourists.
<stomp and clap in rythym>
Them Moose Goosers
by Mason Williams
How about Them Moose Goosers,
Ain't they recluse?
Up in them boondocks,
Goosin' them moose.
Goosin' them huge moose,
Goosin' them tiny,
Goosin' them meadow-moose
In they hiney.
Look at Them Moose Goosers,
Ain't they dumb?
Some use an umbrella,
Some use a thumb.
Them obtuse Moose Goosers,
Sneakin' through the woods,
Pokin' them snoozy moose
In they goods.
How to be a Moose Gooser?
It'll turn ye puce.
Gitchy gooser loose and
Rouse a drowsy moose! |
