The Street Musician

The first street musician I’ve seen on the streets of Lynchburg, Virginia which gives me hope that the art community is growing…

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The Blues in G major

We ventured out to the farmers market in Lynchburg, Virginia this morning and got a big surprise when there was a blues duo playing…this gentleman could really sing and play the blues harp!

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Sweet Mandolin

Sweet Mandolin

The sweet mandolin sings when played with the appropriate class of accompaniment…

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Hairy Old Buzzards

Years ago I played music for a living, from folk to jazz, sometimes I still get in the mood to write a song and when I do I jot down the words. I don’t have a guitar these days or I would record this for you to hear, but since you can’t hear it just think of the style of folk singer/songwriter John Prine and you’ll be close. Sing along! 🙂

I’m just a hairy old buzzard don’t have much good sense
I just sit around all day like a crow on a fence
Squawking and eating and making weird sounds
Just please don’t you mess with my hounds

Now when I was quite young I was hairy then too
But I smelled a sight better but with age that smell grew
There was a time when the women all made over me
Let’s see, oh yeah, when I was bout three

Yeah, hairy old buzzards they need their friends too
Don’t you sit down below us from where the wind blew
If your eyes start to water you’re in the wrong place
Our odor could damage your face
To run would be your saving grace

Now as the days pass me by my mind gives a try
To remember what I’m doing here
But it’s useless to think cause my minds on the blink
Oops, I’d better change my underwear

I’m just a hairy old buzzard don’t have much good sense
I just sit around all day like a crow on a fence
Squawking and eating and making weird sounds
Just please don’t you mess with my hounds

 

If this one brings a tear to your eye…just go to your happy place! 🙂

Soft Jazz

Soft Jazz

A young man sits beneath a weeping willow in the shade on a hot summer’s day playing some mellow jazz on his guitar…

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