out with the old in with the old
Add comment October 8th, 2008 08:13am skeeter
2008 calendar
Add comment September 17th, 2008 11:43am skeeter
CALENDAR 2008
SOUTH END STRING BAND
Jan 12, 2008 Saturday floyd norgaard benefit concert
Jan 26, 2008 Saturday crab feed camano sr. center
April 1 and 2, 2008 recording sessions at big quack studios for cabin fever cd
April 19th, 2008 Saturday seagrass gallery opening
May 24th, Saturday, Josephine centennial concert
May 31st, Saturday Camano cellars wine opening
June 21st, saturday2008, cama beach grand opening
June 28th Saturday, camano library anniversary concert
July 19th, 2008 Saturday Art by the bay concert 1-3 pm
July 20th, 2008 Sunday south grange old time picnic, 3-5 pm
August 2nd, 2008 stanwood fair concert
Sept. 20th, Saturday harvest jubilee
Sept. 27th, Saturday camano country club bbq
Dec. 13th and 14th Saturday and Sunday lights of Christmas
FEB. 21ST, 2009 OPENING ACT FOR MARLEY’S GHOST AT THE ARLINGTON PERFORMING ARTS CENTER, ARLINGTON, WA
grange concert
Add comment August 10th, 2008 07:16pm skeeter
Now the Grange wanted to make this a Family Affair. You know, old time fun. Stick pony races. Sack races. 3 legged races. Horseshoes. I tried to tell em: kids nowadays got GameBoy and X-box. They aren’t real het up about the games we played before television and video. They don’t really believe that era existed…..
Some days I feel the same way. You think maybe life was simpler …. I got news for you. It wasn’t just simpler, it was practically primitive.
We might as well had Cave Drawing contests to attract the kids. Or saber tooth tiger races. IT chases you and YOU run for your life. Simple. And fun. IF you escape.
This next song we’re hopin the kids even MET a chicken once in their short modern digital lives. If not, maybe google it up while we play this.
art by the bay concert
Add comment August 10th, 2008 07:12pm skeeter
A lot of folks envy artists. They wish they could drag an easel down to the beach, set up an umbrella, sip a tall cool drink, maybe capture the sunset sparkle off patterned waves. Commune with nature and that sweet inner child they think lives in pre-pubescent bliss back there in the basement of their brain.
Us musicians know better. We drag an instrument down to some dark tavern and play to folks who’d rather be watching big screen TV. We guzzle chep beer and 2nd hand smoke and try to play over the din and dreariness. And that inner child? Lemme tell ya, he’s a pissed off kid following behind you like a punk with a stick dragging on a picket fence. Keep your nerves forever on edge.
This next song, listen for the stick raking that fence.