So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…
So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…
So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…
So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…
So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…
So ... While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name "Prison House Band" came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail…
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
It's nice the way this old ghost-ship of a website comes alive any time you post a song....reminds me of the old days, when this place was a real nice musical community.
The song is another good one, too.
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
It was 3 degrees this morning and with a new/used dulcimer in the house, well, the only thing to do is write a song.
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As I wake up to a cold winter morning
Frosty windows receive the sunshine…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
This song is inspired by the struggles currently going on in Syria....here are the lyrics:
Out in the streets, an awakening has begun
You brandish posters, they point a gun
Scrawled on the pavement with blood and tears
Says we the people…
In the old days you could dodge the collectin man if your money wasn't right.Nowadays they can remotely shut off your lights,cable,internet-put your stuff out on the curb. So this is a bittersweet trip down nostalgia lane.
Another Live performance with former band mates in Scartaglen back in 1988 on the NPR show Mountain Stage. This time a piece of Gaelic mouth music followed by 3 reels. Maybe the most complex arrangement of a set of tunes that we ever did.
New York Times, in an article today
"Hamburgers in Paris!" Its on the front page
Everybody wants it. McDonalds in Paris
Everybody wants it
Has the taste of the forbidden. Illicit and subversive.
You can print it out. You can write it cursive…
My "banjo-centric" arrangement of this old minstrel show tune. I recorded it for backing tracks for my live set. I kind of wanted a fiddle solo, but I don't play fiddle. So in the middle there's a little "fiddle synthesizer" - just a couple of…
This is the original version of WILD BILL
that I submitted to Production back in '95
when I was working on the film. It got set aside
when the music was forwarded from Ry Cooter to Van Dyke Parks.
One day I came in from work and Peggy…
Years ago, in Winter, a friend of mine sent me pictures from Moscow, where she lives. And that inspired me to write this "soundtrack".
The vocal theme is "sung" by Vocaloid, a software singer. Unfortunately I don't have a singer of that calibre…
This is the new version of one of the tracks from my new project… rerecordings of some of my early solo recordings. This is definitely the most significantly altered arrangement in the project so far. I was almost ready to scrap it entirely until…
The first of three tracks in this year's "Winter Sketches" EP. As preparation for my concept for this year's RPM Challenge, ALL SOUNDS were produced on an iPhone. The apps used for this song include Argon, Funkbox, Beatmaker, Filtatron and NESynth.
In memory of my Friend who was bigger than life, and an ego the size of Lake Superior.
Lyrics:
High stepping, loud talking
Crazy S.O.B.
A self proclaimed ladies man
That know one else could see
I wish I would have had the chance
To…
Just a few stories recieved on email regarding our friend:
Eric always tells the store about when Jim was trying to get into his
little Buick Skylark to go to lunch. Of course because Jim was so big he
had to hold on the top of the car and lower himself in. Well Eric decides
to wash his windshield and shoots washer fluid all over Jim while he's
stuck trying to get in the car. Eric had to pay to dry clean his suit.
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I've been thinking lately of all the stories about him. Like when I would take him out to lunch. He'd order some big thing like the broiled trout, toss salad with oil and vinegar and more.
Then the waitress would look at me. I would say "I'll have what Dad's having".
He would erupt claiming "I'm not your father you Bastard!"
Good Times ... Good Times! I still giggle when I think about some of his antics.
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I remember when he bought his first BMW. I asked him what kind of millage he got. He said "Who gives a shit"
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I was in his office trying to present some promotion. He dropped his head on the desk when I mentioned the price, and it scared the hell out of me.
I thought he had a heart attack, and I was going to have to give him mouth to mouth
Song #2 for the RPMC. My goal is to have 12 short tunes (1-3 minutes long), so I need to pick up the pace.
Again, quartal tuning on the top 3 unison pairs of the 12 string. I've been listening to Ralph Towner's Blue Sun, hence the title.
Comments on Greg Connor's stuff
Good one! Reminds me of your Lily Pad Blues tune
Oops forgot to sign in. That last comment was me about the band. Great song Greg!!!! Whatever you’re drinking down in Savage I hope you’ll share!!!
This is now an all time favorite!!!! I’d see that band too!!! What did the name name end up as??
Outstanding music and vocals. Your production is great!
Love it!! I would come see the The Prison House Band
You keep coming up with songs. Keep them coming
It's nice the way this old ghost-ship of a website comes alive any time you post a song....reminds me of the old days, when this place was a real nice musical community. The song is another good one, too.
Yeah, very, very good Greg. Wet, wet, wet here, and I can't swim !!!!
Sounding very good with the music and vocals.
Nice, love the new Dulcimer..great tone! excellent chorus, lyrically and musically!!
P.s. that dulcimer is really pretty!!! Send pictures!!
You captured the moment perfectly. Under the covers is the best place to stay indeed! Love this!
Another pretty song that brightened my day. Thanks Greg!
Sounding very good and fine slide work. Good job.
it gets my vote
Do you ever listen to anyone's music but your own?
Leave it out Greg, we all struggle with songs, then you drop a gem like this, *#*@#*# or words to that effect. Love it.
Great song...really love the chorus! Amazing lyrics
Love it! Harmonies, catchy lyrics, guitar solos - this song has it all 👌
Gregg, Another gem. Keep em coming! JB
Comments made by Greg Connor
Nice guitar playing.
Great song, and I'm very happy to not be able to relate to the subject matter.
A heartfelt song with plenty of raw emotion. I agree with Steve! One of your finest.
I like that Drop D, fragmented chord sound. The harmonics were a nice touch too.
This is incredible Kirk. I hope you have more of these recordings. They're fantastic.
This is GREAT! You're making me hungry.
Beautifully played. You can really get some nice tone out of that guitar.
Now . . . my feet are tapping! Nice Picking Robert!
Good harmony, and good recreation of an old classic.
Good kitchen music!
Great story telling! Be careful . . . You might bring up the spirit of Townes VanZant too! There is nothing better than a wistful song.
Oh my gosh! That's pretty.
Hey Roger, do you mind if I use Steve's line too?
Very pretty Roger! Sounds like snuggling music ... you old softy!
Beautiful . . . And rich sounding.
I like the bass in this!
This one hit the spot.
Just a few stories recieved on email regarding our friend: Eric always tells the store about when Jim was trying to get into his little Buick Skylark to go to lunch. Of course because Jim was so big he had to hold on the top of the car and lower himself in. Well Eric decides to wash his windshield and shoots washer fluid all over Jim while he's stuck trying to get in the car. Eric had to pay to dry clean his suit. __________________________________ I've been thinking lately of all the stories about him. Like when I would take him out to lunch. He'd order some big thing like the broiled trout, toss salad with oil and vinegar and more. Then the waitress would look at me. I would say "I'll have what Dad's having". He would erupt claiming "I'm not your father you Bastard!" Good Times ... Good Times! I still giggle when I think about some of his antics. ______________________________________ I remember when he bought his first BMW. I asked him what kind of millage he got. He said "Who gives a shit" ______________________________________ I was in his office trying to present some promotion. He dropped his head on the desk when I mentioned the price, and it scared the hell out of me. I thought he had a heart attack, and I was going to have to give him mouth to mouth
This is wonderful. Very rich and interesting.
You make a good point. I always knew that you were getting twice the pleasure out of life. Greg and I both like it. Greg