Good day all. Here's hoping that your Thanksgivings were leisurely and unencumbered. It's a quiet time up for us in the midcoast, which is a nice break. The only think we can't really give thanks for is our not being able to see more of you fine folks, but plug away at that we shall. And this post wraps up the second Woodpile.
Anyways, both of these songs date back to our days on the north end of Bath, ME, Miss Oonagh and me. "Brand New Bird"? One spring day, the loudest goddarned bird set up shop in a huge, bedraggled oak across the street from us, in our neighbor Madeleine's yard. At the time, I was trying to be a good do-bee and study for that vile veterinary pathology board exam, but that dang thing was making me nuts for a few days with its boring-ass but extremely loud, sing-song "Peter-Peter-Peter" whistling. Turned out that crazy noisemaker was a plain old tufted titmouse. I'd always loved those lil' rats on account of their wide-eyed, crested, cartoon-y look and outgoing ways but I'd never appreciated the lungs on 'em, and things were looking grim for a while... Anyway, a metaphor ensued and I was off to the races! Mules kicking in the stall? Old-timey jug band stylings? Ain't that America!
"Five Days Crawl" is another ode to weeks spent working away from home. And a rockabilly player I am NOT, on rhythm, lead or bass, but I do love the rockabilly music. and by now at least I can fake it a bit. I'd written this as a straight up Elvis-Scotty-Bill rip-off, so such a version is long overdue.
Brand New Bird: https://www.box.com/s/k8395yfyq2w50bn155i6
Five Days Crawl: https://www.box.com/s/771crnuwzzrii6bvn4hh
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