Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
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…
Remember when Rick was in his office and Jim dropped his pen on the floor.
Jim had to lay his head on his desk to reach his pen.
Rick thought he had a
heat attack and was afraid he may have to give him mouth to mouth. Of
course Rick told the story so good he had us all cracking up.
I still miss those days. Great group of people. Super One was growing so fast and
everyone's sales were way up and we just had fun. Is Rick retired?
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
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.
__________________________________
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
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Sweet, you always had a nice touch. Your flute playing is sounding good, better then I remember, but I don't recall a lot of songs with you playing it. What are you using for the percussions. I got a bamboo guiro and one that I think is made from some kind a of food that is hollow inside and no openings. Your sound similar to the bamboo guiro.
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
Old Country Songs
Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing…
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…
I guessing, but did that cold blast of winter air create this good ole song ?
If it did, lets hope the DAMN COLD I'm suffering brings out one as good as this.
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Goodness, there's a name to be reckoned with!
I love everything about this track but I really love the harmonica. So perfectly in keeping with the song.
Well, I think you made an excellent and truthful tribute.
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…
Song #2 for this year's RPM album....another one from the basement in the middle of the night. Experimenting with minimal lyrics and a lot of repetition. The song probably has something to do with how we left our home of many years last February…
Thought I'd share something from my looper pedal. One fun aspect of having a multi-effects pedal & a looper on the pedalboard is the ability to quickly create a couple of simple loops & replicate them across several memory slots, then…
I read recently that the term "gaslighting" was the number one search in Merriam Webster's Dictionary this year. So this song is dedicated to all of us who have stood up to that over the years... especially my very besties... you know who you…
Outstanding and thought provoking. Gaslighting has permeated our society lately and finally it looks like some of the people responsible might be getting the recognition they deserve.
As part of sound design for the Front Porch Players latest production “Let's Murder Marsha” I composed and recorded this theme song. It was recorded ‘in the box’ using MuseScore, iRealPro, and Reaper software.
The show continues next weekend…
We haven't been together in several months, but we had pent up creativity, and then were inspired by Bill Maher.... who gave us the hook.... "Humans Aren't Good People"
Welcome back to the MN Coffee table - Colleen, Greg and Mark!!!!
Humans…
Thanks for the great comments. It would be fun to spend an evening playing music with you in one of those "Cow Town" bars.
You asked about my musical friends, we all live in the Minneapolis area, maybe within a 20 mile circle. Covid disrupted our activities a lot, and then we all seemed to have major disruptions in our life.
My mother, for example, was on hospice most of last year and passed away at 93 years last fall. We are all coming out of the fog now and trying to get back to music. Tomorrow, Mark Lofgren, and I are meeting at Colleen Dillon's house for an afternoon of writing songs. With any luck we'll be posting something on Alonetone this week.
I volunteer at Presbyterian Homes where my mother was and yesterday we had a little impromptu concert. I played guitar along with the Activity director and one of the memory care residents. Take a listen:
https://mnsongwriters.org/members/greg-connor/mediapress/special-events/rosiebrucegreg/
Let's hope we all get much more active writing and recording this winter.
For some reason this one demanded to be written...
So here's to all of us that have been in this situation a time or two! Hugs and love to us all!!!
Feel Just Like A Loner
Verse 1
We sit across the table
We share the same old food…
Comments on Greg Connor's stuff
Ah now, I should have saved this one for last before bedtime. Ah, really nice Greg!
Remember when Rick was in his office and Jim dropped his pen on the floor. Jim had to lay his head on his desk to reach his pen. Rick thought he had a heat attack and was afraid he may have to give him mouth to mouth. Of course Rick told the story so good he had us all cracking up. I still miss those days. Great group of people. Super One was growing so fast and everyone's sales were way up and we just had fun. Is Rick retired?
Really nice. Great acoustic guitar work, nice vocals. Evocative lyrics that fit the music well. Well done!
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
Guitar sounds really sweet...is that the new one? Really professional sounding recording...
He was always a loner, But didn't despair, He strum, And he strum, And he strum. singing
~slowly the river flows, it bears me there where I never was~
Sweet, you always had a nice touch. Your flute playing is sounding good, better then I remember, but I don't recall a lot of songs with you playing it. What are you using for the percussions. I got a bamboo guiro and one that I think is made from some kind a of food that is hollow inside and no openings. Your sound similar to the bamboo guiro.
Sets My spirit free. great whistle solo
That wistful traveling feeling get at all of us sometimes
Real nice song
Back for another listen. I love this one
I guessing, but did that cold blast of winter air create this good ole song ? If it did, lets hope the DAMN COLD I'm suffering brings out one as good as this.
Now that is a great name!!! and a great tune..love the harmonica Greg...outstanding!
Well my comment is on the home page but not on yours Greg. "Curiouser and curiouser"!
This one gives me a good feeling, I hope somebody remembers me as well someday. (smile)
This one gives me a good feeling, I hope somebody remembers me as well someday. (smile)
This one gives me a good feeling, I hope somebody remembers me as well someday. (smile)
Goodness, there's a name to be reckoned with! I love everything about this track but I really love the harmonica. So perfectly in keeping with the song. Well, I think you made an excellent and truthful tribute.
Another crazy S.O.B. takes his hat off and goes, "Pilgrim, that sez it right there, yessiree." As fine a tribute to a friend as I've seen.
Comments made by Greg Connor
Ah . . . It's RPM time again. It's great to hear some new music from you!
I think I hear that Gretcsh getting a workout. Sounds like you're having a great time!
Beautiful and relaxing. I’m pretty sure that isn’t my town. Oh wait a minute, maybe it is. Yep … you nailed it!
Merry Christmas to you and your family. It’s going to be a GREAT NEW YEAR
Beautiful lilting melody. Happy Holiday Roger.
That was fantastic ! Thanks for pointing it out.
Outstanding and thought provoking. Gaslighting has permeated our society lately and finally it looks like some of the people responsible might be getting the recognition they deserve.
You paint a vivid picture right from the start. “Irish Coffee and a good Cigar”. Brilliant.
Beautiful Roger!
You got me laughing. Let's hope this isn't an autobiography. Sometimes it's hard to stay on the straight and narrow.
We’ll done my friend.
You old softy …. This is beautiful.
Humans may not be good but you and Mark are good company! That was a fun afternoon.
Thanks for the great comments. It would be fun to spend an evening playing music with you in one of those "Cow Town" bars. You asked about my musical friends, we all live in the Minneapolis area, maybe within a 20 mile circle. Covid disrupted our activities a lot, and then we all seemed to have major disruptions in our life. My mother, for example, was on hospice most of last year and passed away at 93 years last fall. We are all coming out of the fog now and trying to get back to music. Tomorrow, Mark Lofgren, and I are meeting at Colleen Dillon's house for an afternoon of writing songs. With any luck we'll be posting something on Alonetone this week. I volunteer at Presbyterian Homes where my mother was and yesterday we had a little impromptu concert. I played guitar along with the Activity director and one of the memory care residents. Take a listen: https://mnsongwriters.org/members/greg-connor/mediapress/special-events/rosiebrucegreg/ Let's hope we all get much more active writing and recording this winter.
Great motto to live by.
“Raise a glass so you live life to the full” good advice!
Beautiful Tilden! Is this the Gretsch?
Poignant lyrics wrapped in a perfect presentation. You caught me with this one. Absolutely Beautiful and thought provoking.
This is a tasty bit of music. I love those acoustic instrumental sounds.
This is beautiful.