A live recording of "Georgia Camp Meeting". I apologize for the harmonica almost obliterating the fiddle.
Gail Heil, fiddle; Bob Bovee, harmonica & guitar

Georgia Camp Meeting

Here's "The Black Hills Waltz" from an old practice tape of Gail and Bob with Pop Wagner.  The tune comes from Arizona fiddle K.C. Kartchner.
Gail Heil, fiddle; Pop Wagner, fiddle; Bob Bovee, guitar & harmonica

Black Hills Waltz

"The Westby Waltz" comes from fiddler Adolph Westby from Clearwater County, MN. We learned it from Clay Riness who got it from Tip Bagstad of Westby, WI. This recording is from our CD "Rural Route 2" from 1995.
Gail Heil: fiddle
Bob Bovee: guitar

Westby Waltz

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

The Phenomena Of Triangulation

Bonus track: Presidentti (Remix)(instrumental) - Jore w/Suno

Sairaan äijän kainalossa
On niin jännä haisu
Siinä on se paikka jossa
Tunnelma on vaisu

Tätä seikkaa miettiessä
Huomasin mä siilin
Siltä apuu pyytäessä
Tein sen kanssa diilin

Olin vasta kai yhdeksän
Olin aika nuori
Halusin olla enemmän 
Niinkuin äitimuori

Jospa monen vuoden päästä
Rahoja mä käärin
Teen mä ennusteita säästä
Osa menee väärin 

Sairaan äijän kainalossa
On niin jännä haisu
Siinä on se paikka jossa
Tunnelma on vaisu

Kainalossa (Remix) - Jore w/Suno

47788 Livsglædevalsen



Praise all my bones by flesh enclosed
Protecting brains and wiggling toes
I couldn't run or climb a tree
without my bones supporting me

I couldn't strum my old guitar
Or use my phone or drive a car
Without my bones what would I be?
A jellyfish out in the sea

Next time you have to use your thumb
Or bend your arm or chew your gum
Or shoot some pool or climb in bed
Remember what you'd be instead

Without Bones


Boneology -H

This time in A lydian.  The lydian scale always make me think of Flying.  (Ever dreamed of flying!!?)

NREM - REM - NREM pt 3 (fly!)

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

My friends Pikachu and Elephant heard all the fun the mouse and I were having making our little orchestra and decided to join in.  

The Upstairs Cat - Vocal  ; The Mouse - micro-accordion
The Human - accordion ; The Pikachu - lead vocal ; The Elephant - harmony vocal

note - Ok I know it's enough already, I'll stop and get some actual work done today. 

Jamming With The Cat, Mouse, Pikachu, And Elephant (multi-species open collab)

I like to record various tunes  I play  on my accordion from time to time,  some new tunes I make up, and tunes I learn from those I follow on soundcloud.   Sometimes you will find  collab projects here too.

I try to put a link where to find the notes or the other players in the track descriptions.

Mirror site - older recordings:  https://hearthis.at/newshoe-ap/



Banner art :   R. Ingall, ca. 4-2023,  acrylic paint on canvas, from the blue and orange period.