May Day II

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Memeulous

"Graceful Aging" is played on a 2000 Lance McCollum GA-Italian Spruce/Brazilian Rosewood. 
Tuning: DGDGBE, capo #1.  Pro mix/mastered by Matty Harris. 

Thanks for listening to this new piece recorded, June '23

GRACEFUL AGING

kind of a dark jazzy/funky groove, with a pretty bonkers solo in the middle where the electric piano morphs into an electric 'guitar' and rips loose (the filthy interlude). Not sure I'm finished with this one yet...

All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
my best photos on 500px (safe site): 500px.com/p/mrmark?view=photos

Mark's Album (post-2020)

Suitcase (filthy interlude)

Simple folk melodies from around the world, arranged for a Box Harps, Guitars, Bass, Woodwinds, Harmonium and various percussion instruments.

The Tailor and the Mouse

Are You Going To The Fair

written and performed by Gerald Shaffer doonesburyband.com 

roberts creek bc. This song is written to bring awareness to severe mental health issues and when to take action for yourself or your friends. This song helps raise funds for the crisis center of bc

Slow Down, You're on Creek Time

Slow Down

Slow Down (live)

Survival

Blissful Thinking

Filthy People

⁂©12-14-2023; Lyrics & Voice, by Lady ElectroTrek 
*All Rights Reserved

Slipped A Mickey At Happy Hour

Tell Me Did You Miss That

My lumber mill experience in song.

Hammond's Mill (copyright 2018 Three String Music BMI)

The wind slices through my bones like the first pass from the saw
These work gloves that I'm wearin', don’t cut the cold at all
A massive pine lets out a scream, the slab heads down my way
The crack of dawn in rural Maine, the start of another day

At the base of Tear Cap Mountain, even now I feel the chill
Like the first day I set foot inside, this hell called Hammond’s Mill

Fingers and eyes are missing, safety’s an after-thought
The guy I'm replacing, got his right arm caught
A 5 pound ax and Peavey bar, my weapons in this fight
Gotta bust your ass to satisfy the chipper’s appetite

Respect these hungry jaws of steel, work at its command
Lose your concentration, and you’ll likely lose a hand
I want to turn and walk away, from drowning in sawdust
There ain't no work for miles around, so you do what you must

The saw has made it's final run, there’s button (or butt) wood to load
Then it's cigarettes, a six pack, at the store just down the road
It's been this way before I came, and will be when I go
Low wages, winter layoffs, hopes lost in the snow

Hammond's Mill

An ancient tale, Tam Lin rescued from the queen of the fairies by his love Janet, taking place on the part of Ireland far  north near the south of Scotland jutting out towards Ireland.

Tam Lin/Glasgow Reel

From a short recording of a tuning for humming and buzzing: https://freesound.org/people/vrodge/sounds/119499/

Photo credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tuning_fork_on_carbon_black.jpg

Meditation for Tuning Fork

Big thanks to my friend Nate for coming straight to the swamp with his slide guitars..truly grateful. Check out his amazing music here: 
https://on.soundcloud.com/HaMdAJQfN5qRC4kE8

Bļackbírd

Let them slowly float down and sing, 
blackbird following the wind 
Let them, carry upon broken wings,
Blackbird, following the wind 
Blackbird, carrying my sin

Let them, listen what the old house sings, 
Blackbird, following the wind
Let them, swallow what they came to bring,
Blackbird following the wind 
Blackbird, carrying his sin 

Blackbird, blacking out the morning sun
Can you, pick out the innocent one 
Blackbird, blacking out the morning sun 
Can you, follow home the soul that runs
Will see through what can not be done 

Blackbird, crying from the sky above..
From the swamp, down the road there’s a the rising gun 
Blackbird, tell me who you gonna choose
Slow wind from the north bring something new 
Streetlight, night shines from the old house stoop 


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Bļackbírd {FŤ} Nathaniel Ehrnman

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Song for four accordions

Crossing the Field

Dedicated to my granddaughter Anna. Her birthday is 6 September, mine is one day later. 

2 mandolins, 1 dulcimer, 1 guitar.

Anna's Waltz

Home Recordings / Curated Playlists / 

Collaboration / Participation / 

In pursuit of novelty. /

Tam Lin/Glasgow Reel

Don Jennings

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