Last night I played guitar and sang with a bunch of my friends at the Rumor Mill in Bristol, New Hampshire. The Red Flannel Hash Band opened with three numbers followed by some solo acts performed by Mark Dow, Bruce Spencer, Me, Al Martin, Dennis and Paul Hubert.
I shot with Paul Hubert and Al Martin as artists.
I recently put together a storefront on Facebook to advertise my novels, music CDs and salmon flies. The website is located here. Visit when you can.
Front and back covers of my third novel, “As Simple Things Go By”
Last night I played at “Peanuts ” in New Smyrna Beach, Florida. I was not really ‘on’. Some gigs are like that. I just didn’t feel right. Then when it came my time to get on stage I had to bring a stool up to sit on. I almost fell getting it up on the stage. Then the girl organizing the show put the stool about two inches from the edge of the stage. I positioned myself to get ready to play but the back of the stool forced me to sit kind of forward. The result was I couldn’t sit comfortably and see the fretboard of the guitar. I have to play by looking where I am on the neck because some of my instrumental work is complicated. Anyway I struggled with songs. The amplifier was not the greatest either, putting out a crummy sound.
The experience of playing “Peanuts” was fun Sunday, but last night was a different story. I don’t think I’m going back there.
About three weeks have passed since my granddaughter was born. She is such a sweet little baby! My son and daughter-in-law have been very good with Adelynn. Of course her mother, Nita, is tired a lot from the constant attention our newborn needs. Today Seth, Nita and Addy are going to the midwife’s house for a scheduled appointment. We all hope Addy will get a clean bill of health. Here’s a picture of my son, Seth, cradling Adelynn in his arms. Welcome to the world little Adelynn Claire MacPherson!
Father and daughter together 17 days after her birth. Addy was born on my father’s birthday. He would have been 101 years old!
I bought a 1946 Martin 000-18 acoustic guitar about six months ago. The person I bought it from told me the neck would need resetting to bring the strings down closer to the neck so it would be easier to play, especially in the higher registers. I took the guitar down to Exeter, New Hampshire to Pat DiBurro, a luthier with a good reputation, especially proficient with resetting necks. The job involved steaming the portion of the Martin around where the neck meets the body of the guitar. This actually allows the neck to be lifted off the body. Once Pat shaved the neck he glued the neck back onto the body. I had to wait three months to get the guitar back from Pat, as he had a backlog of work for doing work on guitars. Below is a photo of what the body of my 000-18 looked like after the neck was removed. Pat also had to steam off the bridge as it was lifting up a bit when I bought it. The he glued it back on the guitar.
Photo of 1946 Martin 000-18 guitar after the removal of the neck
I played this venue in New Smyrna Beach, Florida last night and had a great time. The house band backing me did a wonderful job. Thanks fellows! My friends, Connie and Ollie Hodges went with me and gave me support for this bar and grill that I’d never played in the past. Below is a shot Connie took of the band and me.
I bought this guitar about four months ago. It has nylon strings, but with a narrow neck (definitely not a ‘classical’ guitar). The guitar was the same model as the one Mark Twain (Samuel Clements) played when he toured the western states back in the 19th century. He was reputedly very adept at playing the instrument and the ladies loved him! The actual 1891 Martin Style 17 that he played is now in a museum. It was last purchased for 15 million dollars!. I play the same style guitar but did not pay that much money for it. Then again… I’m not Mark Twain! Below is a photo I took of this 1891 (123 years old) inside of its original ‘coffin’ case. The coffin cases were very typical for Martin guitars back in the early days. They were sometimes sold separately for a whopping $3.50!
1891 Martin ‘Style 17′ 2 1/2
acoustic guitar with nylon strings and coffin case.
Here are the lyrics to the song in the blog entry just below:
“He’s Jesus Christ”
Seventy times seven.
He’ll forgive you this many times
On our way to Heaven
With good reason and rhyme.
We’ll be there in a minute
Don’t pack a thing.
We won’t need it.
There’s not a thing to bring.
You won’t need any money
When we get there.
Just smile honey
And say a little prayer
You’re about to meet your Maker.
He’s wonderful and wise.
He won’t change or waver.
He’s Jesus Christ.
When you finally meet
You can fall to your knees
And kiss His bare feet,
Then see as He sees.
I wrote an original song a couple days called “He’s Jesus Christ” and did a video of it the following day. It’s a little out of the ordinary, at least for me. Three verses of lyrics occur after a brief instrumental prelude. That is, the music stops and then I speak the words of the song. After that, I play an interlude on the guitar which is followed by two more verses of spoken words. This is then followed by an instrumental finale. Below is the video of this production.
This is the name of a poem (song) sung by James MacPherson just before he was hung on the gallows tree in Scotland in 1700. James was known for his excellent fiddle playing. Please check out the trailer on the link below the video of me singing , and my version of the song “MacPherson’s Rant”