CATFISH FISHIN'
a song by my buddie,
Guthrie Kennard
Three days of rain
Mud between my toes
First day of sun
Cut me a cain pole
I’m goin’ catfish fishin’
I’m goin’ catfish fishin
Catfish I’m fishin
Catfish fish fishin’
Lilly…
Ashley and I had been talking...
I recorded this with Pete Thompson out at Texas Central. Pete did the drums, percussion and bass. I'm not happy with my guitar and vocals but too excited getting it off the page to wait. I'll update it when…
Lazarus Knight
It has a nice bounce. It is original but with a slight "Lost in Margaritaville" vine. I like the arrangement! How many harmony parts was that?
FOR A PENNY
From the moment Toy saw the light
he was the center of attention.
In a room full of sunlight and 'Welcome,"
he was a new dimension.
Tiny traveler, arriving wet
Peggy hardly breaking a sweat
Toy was born in the middle of the…
FOR A PENNY
From the moment Toy saw the light
he was the center of attention.
In a room full of sunlight and 'Welcome,"
he was a new dimension.
Tiny traveler, arriving wet
Peggy hardly breaking a sweat
Toy was born in the middle of the…
ROCKING CHAIR
Well, I got one on the porch and I got one in the den
And just enough umph for the condition I'm in
I sit myself down and close my tired eyes
And I lean back. Go for a ride. "Rocking chair."
I rock off to sleep and I dream…
ROCKING CHAIR
Well, I got one on the porch and I got one in the den
And just enough umph for the condition I'm in
I sit myself down and close my tired eyes
And I lean back. Go for a ride. "Rocking chair."
I rock off to sleep and I dream…
ROCKING CHAIR
Well, I got one on the porch and I got one in the den
And just enough umph for the condition I'm in
I sit myself down and close my tired eyes
And I lean back. Go for a ride. "Rocking chair."
I rock off to sleep and I dream…
Just thinking about Happiness. Thinking about how she said she was leaving because she wanted to be happy.
HAPPY Key - C walking down...
Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades as the memory is made…
Just thinking about Happiness. Thinking about how she said she was leaving because she wanted to be happy.
HAPPY Key - C walking down...
Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades as the memory is made…
Just thinking about Happiness. Thinking about how she said she was leaving because she wanted to be happy.
HAPPY Key - C walking down...
Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades as the memory is made…
KAMP KERR
Well, I ain't no hero. I'm just trying to survive
Me and Cindy, we just staying alive
We got a hurt in our heart and a tear in our eye
But, we ain't heroes
There's a small-town constable, he likes to play cop
So he bought a…
NO NEW LOVE
Ain't no new love like an old love in this town
Ain't no new love like an old love to take and turn my heart around
Stop it on a dime when you said that you'd be mine
Ain't no new love like an old love in my heart
Ain't no…
Robert Hayden wrote:My God is there no end to your creative ability. Musician, story teller, actor to name a few. No new love is a masterpiece. Part whimsey, part art, part time machine. A wonderful work my friend.
NO NEW LOVE
Ain't no new love like an old love in this town
Ain't no new love like an old love to take and turn my heart around
Stop it on a dime when you said that you'd be mine
Ain't no new love like an old love in my heart
Ain't no…
It’s a small town. Woodlake, California. East side of the San Joaquin Valley. 14 miles from where all those “Lindsey” olives you see on your grocery store shelves come from. The Woodlake Echo, says, “In the foothills of the Sequoias”.
FOOTHILLS…
This song is akin to REMEMBERING BABE. Another night to Keren's. Almost got caught by the cops. Saw 'em coming so Babe and I hid in the olive orchard until they turned off the spot light and left. THEN, I did what came to be called my Night Ride…
This song is akin to REMEMBERING BABE. Another night to Keren's. Almost got caught by the cops. Saw 'em coming so Babe and I hid in the olive orchard until they turned off the spot light and left. THEN, I did what came to be called my Night Ride thru Woodlake. Dad suspected it was me. Galloping down one street off Main at 3 AM got the attention of a few.
There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength.
Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend.
There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…
This is a well written song
LeAnna
Bravo
LeAnna
You def have the Nashville songwriters gene
LeAnna
Rather a nice mix of Neil Young meets Jim Croce meets Merle Haggard
LeAnna
With a but of nuance
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GHOST TOWN capo @ 2 in C
C Em F G C
I…
There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength.
Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend.
There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…
That was beautifully written and played. I mustn't forget to say that it's beautifully narrated in your song. I was there!
Bravo!
P.S. I know where your namesake got his style. - George Garner
I decided this was a good song to post on Thanksgiving as a way to say thanks to all the folks on AloneTone for listening to my music over these past few years. This is another song in the studio work I've been doing this year. We're still tinkering…
I was having my share of PESS (post election stress syndrome) and headed to northern MN to shake it off and wrote this one while watching a beautiful quiet snowfall happen. I recorded it finally today on my little TASCAM that we often use around…
This song was written after I had watched a documentary about Jonestown, which featured music from their choir. They were very talented and I couldn't help wondering if any of them had survived. I'd like to think that there were a couple of 'em…
Inspired by a gorgeous recording on a wax cylinder by the composer, Tanburi Cemil Bey (1873-1916).
Performed on politiki lyra (classic kemençe), a small bowed fiddle from Istanbul.
Recorded at The Banff Centre, November 2008.
Performed with National Baritone Guitar, Martin D-28, Morris Mandolin and Hohner EchoHarp.
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D Down at the station Em waiting for a train,
G Try to find a brand new start D leave behind the A pain
D…
Been busy revising....but hey!! i passed.....
JUST LIKE THE 70’S
Everybody knows that the 70‘s rocked man
That rock stars where made of gold
Everybody knows everyone was plugged in
the music played with everyones soul
Everyone knows everything…
My light-hearted take on a serious issue.
Over- prescription of powerful and addictive drugs, and the unknown and (to some) worrying relationship between doctors and the drug companies.
Disclaimer: Dr. Kreviss is a fictional character, and any…
Here one of my original songs I made. I created my own backing track before adding my guitar track and vocals... Voici une de mes compos perso. J'ai tout créé moi-même...
I like the way you play the voices against eachother. Very strong melodies.
Also, Thanks for listening to my music and commenting. The song about Jack Hardy is a very "in" joke. I make gentle fun of an American legend. He's gone on since then. I played it once when I opened for him. We were friends and fans of eachother.
Lyrics:
Down by the riverside, autumn wind blows cold
The river just keeps rolling by with just a hint of snow
I continue standing here, where did you go
Ain’t no use to worry, some things I’ll never know
Last thing that you told me…
Something new here. Tilden Barger offered to arrange and produce this song. Tell me what you think.
Written by Greg Connor
Arranged and Produced by my friend Tilden Barger
Here is the latest Coffee Table Recording. We gave ourselves 2 1/2 hours to pick a topic, write the song, and record it. It was GREAT FUN!
I left the pre bantar in just so you could get a feel of the "mood of the room".
Brett - Flatop…
Love this. You guys really sound like the real thing. Makes me want to write something like that. Play my banjo and get out my Jew's harp. And thank you for checking out some of my videos.
An acoustic short song I just made up, I kept it very basic by only using my little Höhner guitar with nylon strings of which I recorded two layers. I hope you will enjoy my song ! Warm regards from Anna.
I used quite a few layers of guitar as you might hear in this song, I even used my little Höhner with nylon strings to play base ! LOL... I also used my Ibanez 6 string and my more than beloved Yamaha 12 string, all three are acoustic guitars…
About "A Year In Jail 122814 Jim"
Capo @ 2 in D (E) Dropped D tuning
D G Bb A
A year in jail can change man
You hang on to everything you can
Some things just bound to slip away
I’m stuck in a cell with I don’t know what
Can’t sleep a wink is all I got
One foot on the floor, ten cigarettes a day
The bang of the gate. The blink of the light
All locked up and safe at night
Singing in the choir and dreaming I’ll Fly Away
Breakfast is stale so I stay in bed
Thinkin’ about my mama and what she said
But my thots and mama are a thousand miles away
G D G Bb A
Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door
Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor
I pump pig iron til I got no more
I’m so damn tired I can’t keep score
D
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time.
G D
Laying down tracks, trying to keep it all together
G Bb A
Soaking up the change…never dropping a dime
Some glad morning I will fly away, Some glad morning
A year in Jail or maybe two
Maybe three. What’s that to you?
I’m out of sight so I’ve been out of mind
But I’ll be headed home with brand new clothes
Shiny shoes and a cleaned up nose
Then I’ll take the first job I can find
Windows all so dirty and high
There’s nothing to look at so I don’t try
Cry and cry until my eyes are dry
And everything in here is a god damned lie…
A move to the farm with a custody bump.
A book I found at the prison dump
A thousand hens and a thousand eggs a day
A pint of blood for a piece of cake
A pat on the back for the belts I make…
No fence out here but I decide to stay
Weather? There’s no weather.
Time? I got plenty of time…
Comments on James Michael Taylor's stuff
That was cool -Denise Albright
Lazarus Knight It has a nice bounce. It is original but with a slight "Lost in Margaritaville" vine. I like the arrangement! How many harmony parts was that?
Just listened. Such a beauty of a song and son. You both are Truly Blessed. Thanks - Connie Ramsey
Connie Ramsey - Such a beauty of a song and son.
Candy Davis What a soothing, tender, poignant song! I love it. ❤
So lovely, soothing, and poignant! <3 Candy Davis
Leslie Young - I like that a lot.
Wow. Phil Hennen
Very well done, as always, sir.
Words come from you like an underground spring , constantly flowing . Karen Lee
"Wow!" Phillip Hennen
Robert Hayden wrote:My God is there no end to your creative ability. Musician, story teller, actor to name a few. No new love is a masterpiece. Part whimsey, part art, part time machine. A wonderful work my friend.
Is there no end to your creativity ? This is part musical extravaganza, part art, part time machine. Well done sir, very well done
Love this song!
This song is akin to REMEMBERING BABE. Another night to Keren's. Almost got caught by the cops. Saw 'em coming so Babe and I hid in the olive orchard until they turned off the spot light and left. THEN, I did what came to be called my Night Ride thru Woodlake. Dad suspected it was me. Galloping down one street off Main at 3 AM got the attention of a few.
Love. Love. Thank you for sharing. I'm sharing it. - LeAnne M Christian
This is a well written song LeAnna Bravo LeAnna You def have the Nashville songwriters gene LeAnna Rather a nice mix of Neil Young meets Jim Croce meets Merle Haggard LeAnna With a but of nuance
"This old house is a raincoat I put on" LOVE IT LeAnne M Christian
Nice. You write that? -LeAnne Christian
That was beautifully written and played. I mustn't forget to say that it's beautifully narrated in your song. I was there! Bravo! P.S. I know where your namesake got his style. - George Garner
Comments made by James Michael Taylor
Great chorus.
Such a sweet song and message.
What an obvious subject for a fun song so many of us overlooked. Please include the lyric in your "about" section. I want to hear all the words.
Haunting. Music of the ages...
Nice trip down Memory Lane.
I can see it very clearly. This is your Early Morning Rain...
Rock On!
The mistakes we make... some more important than others. A very nice song.
Cool. Dig the irreverence. Smart ass attitude!
Such sadness...It's like we are hearing it thru a teardrop.
I like the way you play the voices against eachother. Very strong melodies. Also, Thanks for listening to my music and commenting. The song about Jack Hardy is a very "in" joke. I make gentle fun of an American legend. He's gone on since then. I played it once when I opened for him. We were friends and fans of eachother.
Great.
WoW! Like playing chainsaws. Transforms into a dream. Music from Transylvania.
"...just a hint of snow." Very interesting story.
Beautiful!
Love this. You guys really sound like the real thing. Makes me want to write something like that. Play my banjo and get out my Jew's harp. And thank you for checking out some of my videos.
...always all of those questions.I'm nine years alone and still, my mind is as king...
Love the wall of sound. You do such lush arrangements. Sort of a Pink Floyd/Righteous Brothers thing.
Rich. Great groove.
About "A Year In Jail 122814 Jim" Capo @ 2 in D (E) Dropped D tuning D G Bb A A year in jail can change man You hang on to everything you can Some things just bound to slip away I’m stuck in a cell with I don’t know what Can’t sleep a wink is all I got One foot on the floor, ten cigarettes a day The bang of the gate. The blink of the light All locked up and safe at night Singing in the choir and dreaming I’ll Fly Away Breakfast is stale so I stay in bed Thinkin’ about my mama and what she said But my thots and mama are a thousand miles away G D G Bb A Can’t pull the shade. Can’t shut the door Falling down the stairs from the seventh floor I pump pig iron til I got no more I’m so damn tired I can’t keep score D Weather? There’s no weather. Time? I got plenty of time. G D Laying down tracks, trying to keep it all together G Bb A Soaking up the change…never dropping a dime Some glad morning I will fly away, Some glad morning A year in Jail or maybe two Maybe three. What’s that to you? I’m out of sight so I’ve been out of mind But I’ll be headed home with brand new clothes Shiny shoes and a cleaned up nose Then I’ll take the first job I can find Windows all so dirty and high There’s nothing to look at so I don’t try Cry and cry until my eyes are dry And everything in here is a god damned lie… A move to the farm with a custody bump. A book I found at the prison dump A thousand hens and a thousand eggs a day A pint of blood for a piece of cake A pat on the back for the belts I make… No fence out here but I decide to stay Weather? There’s no weather. Time? I got plenty of time…