tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295176102024-02-08T05:39:41.302-08:00from the Cave of the Iowa GoatsingerGoatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-73762471166694079782012-04-17T04:39:00.000-07:002012-04-17T04:39:14.183-07:00press release: The Iowa Goatsinger's Vernal Weekend Celebration<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">MOUNT VERNON – Goatsinger Productions is announcing its weekend celebration of Spring with The Iowa Goatsinger's Vernal Weekend to take place beginning Friday evening April 27 and ending Sunday morning April 29.<span> </span>It features a variety of area performers, musicians, and the work of a handful of local writers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The weekend will begin Friday evening at 7:30 pm with a staged reading of a new play, <i>Song for Orpheus</i>, a modern re-telling of the ancient Greek myth, as well as a showcase of songs written by Corridor songwriters Sam Knutson, Milk & Eggs, and Josh Woosley.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><em>The Goatsinger Show</em>, Mount Vernon's own monthly modern vaudeville show, taking place on Saturday night at 7:30 pm, is subtitled, "Gethsemane."<span> </span>It features music performances by Daniel Kelchen of Lisbon, Marty Christensen of Mount Vernon, and guest-artist Bryan Carmody from Chicago, with sketches and monologues written by Amy White of Mount Vernon and other members of the Black Doggers Playwright Group.<span> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Sunday morning at 11 am is <i>The Iowa Goatsinger Gospel Hour</i>.<span> </span>Sunday will be a lecture on stories of legendary or mythic characters whose stories end in a brave death, a resurrection, and a possible ascension.<span> </span>In addition, Carmody, along with Cedar Rapids vocalist Kimberli Maloy, will be singing and leading<span> </span>singalongs to American spirituals and gospel songs.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">"Spring is important," says Moran.<span> </span>" I think it should be celebrated with a bit of pomp and circumstance."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">All events for the weekend will take place, with much thanks to Rick and Trude Elliott, at the Uptown Theatre in Mount Vernon's First Street Community Center, 221 1<sup>st</sup> Street East, Mount Vernon.</span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">Song for Orpheus</span></span></i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> - Staged Reading - Friday (7:30 pm)<br /><i>The Goatsinger Show: Gethsemane</i> – Variety Show – Saturday (7:30 pm)</span><i><br /><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">The Iowa Goatsinger's Gospel Hour</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"> – Music and Readings – Sunday (11:00 am)</span></span></div>
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<br />Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-9539010207652305412011-12-07T05:55:00.001-08:002011-12-07T05:58:23.648-08:00A Goatsinger Show for the Holiday Season<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> THE GOATSINGER SHOW, Mount Vernon's own modern vaudeville show, returns Saturday, Dec. 17, at 7:30 p.m., at the Uptown Theatre in the First Street Community Center, 221 1st Street NE, Mount Vernon. The event features music, sketches, theater, puppetry, and more.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Set in the mythical Iowa town of Mount Revere, the December Show is called “The Coming Home.” A stranger has wandered into town and finds himself at a coffeeshop surrounded by storytellers and musicians. The show features music by Josh Woosley, Tony Immergluck, Sam Butz, Jessie Stewart, and Grace Moran; plus, performances by Nicci Miles, Brandon Rowray, and Mike Moran. Also included will be a closing sing-a-long and an appearance by Frog. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> “The Goatsinger Show has been developing both in form andcontent since it first began – becoming more theatrical without losing itsinitial quirkiness,” said producer, Mike Moran. “As always, we’re open to the strange or the curious – whatever playful or fascinating act we can book.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Admission to The Goatsinger Show is on a pay-what-you-can basis. </span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-44562502283702067482011-11-12T07:34:00.000-08:002011-11-12T07:43:10.195-08:00from "The Coming Home" - this December's Goatsinger Show<div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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On In My Kitchen – Robert Johnson (arranged by Moran)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">LIGHTS UP on "Deisel" – a coffeeshop just off the
corner of Highway and Main in Mount Revere, IA.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">(ANNA MAE enters from House Left
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<span style="font-size: small;">She mimes
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<span style="font-size: small;">She starts a pot of coffee onstage. Maybe turns a radio on. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> After a moment, the STRANGER can be heard playing something on his guitar from House Left. It's the opening riff to "Come On In My
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The
Stranger, wearing wintry clothes, playing his guitar, enters House Left, follows the ramp down to Diesel. ANNA MAE has come out to hang
the OPEN sign up on the wall and sees him)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You better come on in my kitchen</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">(Stranger enters the space, still playing. Anna Mae
helps him off with his hat and cloak -- if he has one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> She brings him a cup of
coffee. He maybe stops playing. Has a sip. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> The two banter. He's a stranger in
town. She works here on the weekends.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You know where Bethelhem (PRONOUNCED: BETHEL-HEM – <i>and I
know that's wrong. Shut up</i>) is from
here?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">ANNA MAE</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Are you fucking kidding?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">(They continue to banter while she
works. He picks up his guitar. She might dance a little with what he's
playing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> THE PLAYERS – perhaps singing
their lines as they enter – enter. They
fetch or take out their instruments and settle in with the song)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">1<sup>st</sup> PLAYER</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The woman I love – I took from my best friend<br />
The joker got lucky, stole her back again</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">CHORUS</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You better come on in my kitchen, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors</span>
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<span style="font-size: small;">2<sup>nd</sup> and 3<sup>rd</sup> PLAYER<br />
Oh, she's gone, I know she won't come back<br />
I've taken the last nickel out of her gnashing sack</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You better come on in my kitchen, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">When a body gets in trouble – everybody puts you down</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You looking for a good friend and none can be found</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">ALL BUT STRANGER</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You better come on in my kitchen,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">(Free verses – any player or actor who wants to make something up, should do it
at this point in the song – only rule is that the content needs to make sense
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<span style="font-size: small;">ANNA MAE <br />
Winter time's comin', it's goin' to be slow<br />
You can't make the winter, babe, that long dry, so</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You better come on in my kitchen, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">'Cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">(All the players are settled
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<span style="font-size: small;">Or whatever it's doing out there.....</span></div>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-25448835051041976532011-11-10T06:57:00.000-08:002012-05-25T08:08:32.333-07:00He's Twittering<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>The following are Facebook statuses and tweets -- if you're interested in getting these bits from the mythical town Mount Revere, Iowa then check out </strong></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Iowa-Goatsinger"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>The Iowa Goatsinger on Facebook</strong></span></a><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong> or </strong></span><a href="http://twitter.com/#!/goatsinger"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>The Iowa Goatsinger on Twitter</strong></span></a><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>10/29/11<br />-- this morning before the dawn --<br />he put on his white hoodie and his running shoes,<br />and he went outside to play the rabbit<br />down the streets of Mount Revere.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>10/30/11<br />-- was that Hendrix whispering in my ear just now? Tempting me down the hole with the promise to teach me a new song?</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>10/31/11<br />-- his hood this morning flapped against his skull as he ran, and he wondered: Is this what it's like to run with long ears? </strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>And Rabbit? He twitched at the sound of the man running at him, still some fifty yards off; then heard it for what it was, held himself still until the man ran by, and relit his pipe.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>11/1/11<br />-- he wonders, as he runs up and down the streets in the darkness this morning: Why is the rabbit not afraid? --and answers back: Because he's smarter than the cat.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>11/2/11<br />He ran up and down Mount Revere this morning --<br />In the hours before the dawn --<br />Hopping nimbly between sidewalk and street --<br />Following the goat path.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>11/3/11<br />Down by the quarry, running --<br />He heard Greg Brown mutter -- <br />From behind shutters of oak and maple -- <br />"I'm living in a prayer."</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>11/6/11<br />Who was that glimpsed through a window while running this morning?<br />Were those horns over his ears? -- or headphones?<br />Was he dancing like Fagin in his own kitchen? Or am I mistaken?</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>11/7/11<br />Fathered by a trickster god -- weaned on Iowa corn. </strong></span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-39990616767109304362011-10-30T08:10:00.000-07:002011-11-10T07:07:33.830-08:00The Goatsinger Concept: Part II - "The Goatsinger's Creed"<style>
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<span lang="en-US" style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-4134700129648687012011-10-30T06:52:00.000-07:002011-11-10T07:07:22.108-08:00The "Goatsinger" Concept: Part I - How It Developed<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">The "goatsinger" concept grew out a desire to get the audience -- students at first -- to pay attention to a song I knew I was going to play for them. A small story, I had learned from Stuart Hoyle way back in the day, told prior to the song got the audience ready to pay attention to the song.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">I love this idea, and I see it everywhere among my favorite performers: Laurie Andersen does it -- moving between telling a story, and playing some odd, lovely music while great blue shadows swim across the scrim behind her; Jack White does it, using only the sounds from his guitar as his voice, trying to guide it to the next song, Meg waiting patiently behind her drums, as do the tens of thousands who have gathered to hear him. In </span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;">Big Time</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"> by Tom Waits and Kathleen Brennan, Waits does it with some strong staging concepts and some killer monologues. And Greg Brown goatsings like a motherfather -- that old bastard in concert can be amazing.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">I tried this story-before-the-song with a group of ten-year-olds for a performance workshop that I'd been hired to do in their classrooms back in Chicagoland -- telling this long story about about painting up a water pistol with shoe polish and robbing a drugstore -- and they loved it -- and the song it introduced: "Comic Books and Bubblegum."</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">So is goatsinging acting with some song-and-dance?</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">Not really: that's musical theater. A goatsinging piece, a "goatsong" if you will, needs to be created by a goatsinger.</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">What the hell is a goatsinger?</span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">A goatsinger is someone who follows The Goatsinger Creed.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://goatsinger.blogspot.com/2011/10/goatsinger-concept-part-ii-goatsingers.html">(next: The Goatsinger's Creed)</a></span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-11669926777366208432011-09-02T04:36:00.000-07:002011-11-10T07:40:18.139-08:00A Musical Theater Piece<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Lights. SIGN up reading "Salvation Army – Cafeteria Open".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Goatsinger enters, playing)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man –</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Washed his face in a frying pan –</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Combed his hair with a wagon wheel</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And died with a toothache in his heel…</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(BETSY enters wearing a Salvation Army uniform.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Goatsinger bird-dogs her as he sings) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh, she was fair to see…</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Come out tonight, come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And dance by the light of the moon.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(BETSY plays it coquettishly for a moment, teasing him, and then suddenly turns the "Open" sign to "Closed" and sings:)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I stopped her and we had a talk</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Come out tonight, come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I asked her if she'd have a dance</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">SLICK and JOHNNY </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Come out tonight, come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ALL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We'll dance by the light of the moon</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(the cast repeats the chorus to "Buffalo Gals" while another two pair of dancers – someday maybe a couple audience members – will step up and fill out the remainder of the square.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once everyone is in place, then:)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And her heels kept a knocking and her toes kept a rocking</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And we danced by the light of the moon</span></div>
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<em><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(All turn and regard him for a moment while he stands and plays, </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">then:)</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way! Old Dan Tucker!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">CHORUS and LEADS
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ALL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(There's a dance that goes with this – that'd be the transition during the chorus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each male, following the transition will enact the lyrics being sung)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Old Dan Tucker, he'd come to town</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Riding a billy goat, leading a hound</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The hound dog barked, the billy goat jumped</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Landed old Tucker on a stump.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ALL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the fire and kicked up hell.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A red-hot coal fell in his shoes</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And oh my Lord, the ashes flew!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ALL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now Old Dan Tucker stands about six four</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And he spits in the pitcher before he pours</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now, little fella – now what you going to do</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When he fills your glass, then bows to you?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ALL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And her heels kept a knocking and her toes kept a rocking</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And we danced by the light of the moon</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic;">
</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic;">(repeat it, but it goes simultaneously with this:)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ALL</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Get out the way!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Old Dan Tucker</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You're too late to get your supper.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(repeat this for as long as it's pleasurable, then CHORUS breaks off from the LEADs and adds…)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">CHORUS</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Buffalo Gals, won't you come out tonight</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Come out tonight, come out tonight</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And dance by the light of the moon</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin-left: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(the chorus partners separate, saying good-bye, thank you, so on and forth, and exit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>SLICK and CLAIRE are making out, while JOHNNY says good-bye to BETSY.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They take a moment to pry SLICK and CLAIRE apart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>BETSY writes down her number and gives it to JOHNNY.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>BETSY and CLAIRE exit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boys chide each other as they exit)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: black;"></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">GOATSINGER</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mount Revere Gals, won't you come out tonight</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Come out tonight, come out tonight</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mount Revere Gals won't you come out tonight</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And dance by the light of the moon</span></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: black;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-style: italic;">(Exits. End)</span></div>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-29391000562224846982011-07-23T09:04:00.000-07:002011-07-23T09:14:43.172-07:00Morning<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >This is a segment of "Uncle Jim and Little Roy" from the 2009 Goatsinger production of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >Chooka Choo</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;" >Here, the two hobos, Uncle Jim and Little Roy, have taken refuge for the night in a barn. Unbeknownst to Little Roy, Uncle Jim is very sick. Once the young man falls asleep, Uncle Jim goes outside to try and pray. </span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lFes1unMcNM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Morning" by Emily Dickinson</span><br /><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Will there really be a morning? </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Is there such a thing as day? </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Could I see it from the mountains </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >If I were as tall as they? </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Has it feet like water lilies? </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Has it feathers like a bird? </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Is it brought from famous countries </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Of which I’ve never heard? </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Oh some scholar, oh some sailor, </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Oh some wise man from the skies, </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Please to tell a little pilgrim </span><br /><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Where the place called morning lies.</span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-81803424942229956712011-07-15T14:06:00.000-07:002011-07-15T14:10:11.820-07:00Curving Shadow<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LrJ6wDQOex4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">It was a late Saturday evening</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Riding gravel with Willy-Todd</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Humid Iowa evening</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Flesh and Blood steaming</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Yeah, the mood was odd</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">We saw a great big beautiful bonfire</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Out in a shallow field</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Curving shadows were dancing</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">We decided to chance it</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Yeah, we made the devil a deal</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">A christian's eyes -- a sinner's smile</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Stopped my heart -- no denial -- no, no, no, no</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">She was a bright-eyed shadow</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Curving in the firelight like a knife's edge</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Blurring -- a smoky look -- an open smile</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Redemption there -- Lord, stop the trial</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">You think she holds the answer,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Willy-Todd, he said to me</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">But a woman's a hard road</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Love makes for a heavy load</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">And you'll never be free</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Then a gravel cloud kicked up high on the hill</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">And sirens cut through the night</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">The cops descended</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">The party was ended</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Then some fool started a fight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Willy-Todd was at my shoulder</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">But the girl was pulling my hand</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I told her it's okay</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I'm not going away</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I know what it means to finally be redeemed by a</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Bright-eyed shadow</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Curving in the firelight like a knife's edge</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Blurring -- a smoky look -- an open smile</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Redemption there -- Lord, stop the trial</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">~Mike Moran</span><br /></div>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-54444218664169979982011-07-11T08:19:00.000-07:002011-07-11T08:21:47.442-07:00Frog for School Board<iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IHwr5EDNa-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-69512624742906098142011-07-06T16:07:00.000-07:002011-07-06T16:14:50.787-07:00Priestlike Guts<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hL_7PQdiqRo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Today will be a day of many fruits and vegetables, I've decided, out of curiosity of what might happen to my priestlike guts if I give them the fresh offerings rather than the burnt offerings they've come to expect.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><br /><br />You realize I have the spleen of a cardinal and the gall bladder of an archbishop; I have the nuts of fundamentalist preacher and the cock of an angry-at-God saint.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My lungs draw up the breath like a local chaplain draws up the collection plate, knowing that it'll all be distributed back out to the parts to keep the temple moving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><br /><br />My heart belongs to jesus/buddha/raven/balder but my mind is very much my own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><br /><br />That's why my prayers all sound whiny, an undercurrent of God-what-do-You-want-now? feel to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Perhaps a diet one day of fruits and vegetables might turn my priestlike guts into the guts of a pornographer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Tonight I'll see if my wife will accept a different sacrament.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Lightning might come from my fingertips and burn down the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Written words are lightning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I could burn you where you stand.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So stand back.</span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-2795770579686701252011-05-21T19:30:00.000-07:002011-05-21T19:34:44.427-07:00the Intro for May's Goatsinger Show<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mount Revere is like a chalk drawing, like a Mary Poppins bit of magic -- the Iowa Goatsinger pulling through and out into the mirrored streets of Mount Vernon.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And bringing behind, like the Pied Piper: a pair of lovely spaniels equipped with their own lovely family; two quiet young men born with guitars in their hands; a pair of pretty blondes -- two tight friends; a bird who turned into a poet; a willowy lady with a side ponytail; a big-hearted bearded young man with a salty word already busting forth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Out of the chalk drawings of Mount Revere and into the town of Mount Vernon and straight here, to this theater, the Goatsinger brings them to you.</span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-80295772023190788462011-05-18T12:11:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:17:37.467-07:00to Mount Vernon on This Day<strong>We are defined in this world by what we say and what we do.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Our first reaction to a crisis gives us a chance to recognize who we are. Everything that follows gives us an opportunity to see what we're capable of becoming.</strong><br /><strong></strong>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-19948985960273593532011-05-09T09:09:00.000-07:002011-05-09T09:12:14.457-07:00The Iowa Goatsinger's Intro to April's Goatsinger Show<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Before the Dawn</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Up in the morning before the dawn – splashing off the porch and on to a wet sidewalk, running under stars dancing like children.<br /><br />Up in the morning before the dawn: there are folks asleep – a tall, intense father with a gentle voice, his long-limbed daughter asleep behind another door, or the bearded songwriter with the wild voice and his anger at the world he loves so much. Or the out-of-town poet with the quick tongue and remembered song – she sits awake in the darkness somewhere, wondering about cigarettes and street signs, remembering moments and music.<br /><br />Up in the morning before the dawn, past the pond and the frog blinking and thinking his cold amphibious thoughts and remembering a lean and mean blonde who knew all the wrong things to say at the right moment.<br /><br />The goatsinger runs the darkness in the morning before the dawn, up and around the streets of his home, past library and chapel, past theater and high garden, before turning back and running, returning at last to his porch, even as the first birds wake and begin crying out their morning song.<br /><br />He's brought them all here for you tonight, the goatsinger has: stars that dance like children; intense father and long-limbed daughter; angry-voiced songwriter, remembering poet, frog and lean-mean blonde. </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-83930460254440001002011-04-20T18:07:00.001-07:002011-04-21T12:18:30.570-07:00Comic Books and Bubblegum<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >The story goes like this:</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Both my parents worked at the John Deere tractor factory in Waterloo, Iowa when I was growing up. What this meant was that during the summer, I was left completely alone and un-attended.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Which is great when you're a kid in the summertime.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >We lived outside a small Iowa town -- almost an even mile -- and when I was fifteen it was an awkward place to be. There wasn't much to do and I found myself wasting lots of summer days. My older brother worked as a cashier in town at the drugstore and I used to hassle him that someday I was going to come riding into a town and rob him blind, just to embarrass him.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >One morning found me outside hunting squirrels with a water pistol. Now, this was back when you could get a water pistol that was actually shaped like a real gun rather than a bubbly-looking spacegun like you get nowadays -- although, they were still clear and primary-colored. Squirrels are quick and react generally the same way each time you squirt them, and all though it was really really hilarious at first, I did finally get bored with it.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >You ever hear how John Dillinger once faked his way out of jail by carving a gun-shape out of a piece of wood and then blacking it with shoe-polish? Plastic will actually hold shoe polish as well. It actually makes a bright-yellow Browning look pretty good. So I painted up my water pistol, wrapped the handle in black electrical tape, put it in a bag so I wouldn't be seen carrying it down the road, and headed into town, whistling.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >I waited until I knew the store was empty of customers and I could see my brother through the side-glass window, at the register. Then I burst in, brandishing my pistol.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Don't move!" I shouted. "This is a stick up!"</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >My brother just shook his head, until I squirted him a good one. Then he got a bit angry.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >I grabbed a Fantastic Four comic book and a pack of Bubble Yum bubblegum and told my brother to just go ahead and count to a hundred "real slow like." Then I backed out of the door, waving my scary-looking squirt gun.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Then I went to the city park, jammed all five pieces of gum into my mouth, and read my comic book.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Twenty minutes later one of our town's Finest pulled into the park. I knew him. I actually sat next to his son during choir. He got out, hiked up his britches around his big middle and strode over to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Mike," he said.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >I spit out my bubblegum. "Officer Woodyard," I said back.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Understand there was some excitement over at the drugstore," Woodyard said.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Yep," I said. "I robbed the place blind."</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >He almost grinned but didn't. </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Well," he said, "your brother paid for your loot and the pharmacist, Mr. Schmitz, he didn't seem too worried about it."</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"That's good," I said.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"But," he said, then sighed. "Mr. Schmitz says you was waving around a gun. Is that right?"</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Yeah," I said.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"That's a problem," Woodyard said. "Do you still have it?"</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >I pulled it out of the bag. </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Sure," I said. "Here it is."</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Officer Woodyard stepped forward and took it, then looked at me. </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"This is plastic," he said.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Right," I said back. "I've never held a real gun in my life."</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Woodyard sighed again.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >"Well," he said, "I'm going to have to take you home. We contacted your dad and he's on his way."</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >This was a surprise. Contacting my father at Deere was something I didn't know was possible. I thought it was a phone call that routed through three offices, down to the assembly floor, through a foreman, and then down the line. For all I knew, they stopped the assembly line if someone walked away from his position. And now he was coming home? This didn't bode well.</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >My old man had a list of chores made up in his head on the way home that kept me working around the house and acreage for three weeks, then he walked around and made me write up another list of things that occurred to him as he saw them that added another week of work on top of it. </span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >Then he said, "Next year, you get a job."</span><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" >When I turned nineteen I bought my first guitar. The first song I learned was a Beatles song, the next three songs I learned I wrote myself. This was one of those.</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YMqGtBRUhmI" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-60322718703627189152011-03-17T05:58:00.000-07:002011-03-17T05:59:32.896-07:00The Nekky Bird Song<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3iDYPEZ-oEg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-82635559624254231032011-01-27T19:39:00.000-08:002011-02-28T07:13:22.443-08:00Fourteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > - Wallace Stevens</span></span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BO1PfHFqvTY" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><br />I<br /><p style="font-weight: bold;">Among twenty snowy mountains,<br />The only moving thing<br />Was the eye of the blackbird. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> II<br />I was of three minds,<br />Like a tree<br />In which there are three blackbirds. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> III<br />The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.<br />It was a small part of the pantomime. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> IV<br />A man and a woman<br />Are one.<br />A man and a woman and a blackbird<br />Are one. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> V<br />I do not know which to prefer,<br />The beauty of inflections<br />Or the beauty of innuendoes,<br />The blackbird whistling<br />Or just after. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> VI<br />Icicles filled the long window<br />With barbaric glass.<br />The shadow of the blackbird<br />Crossed it, to and fro.<br />The mood<br />Traced in the shadow<br />An indecipherable cause. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> VII<br />O thin men of Haddam,<br />Why do you imagine golden birds?<br />Do you not see how the blackbird<br />Walks around the feet<br />Of the women about you? </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> VIII<br />I know noble accents<br />And lucid, inescapable rhythms;<br />But I know, too,<br />That the blackbird is involved<br />In what I know. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> IX<br />When the blackbird flew out of sight,<br />It marked the edge<br />Of one of many circles. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> X<br />At the sight of blackbirds<br />Flying in a green light,<br />Even the bawds of euphony<br />Would cry out sharply. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> XI<br />He rode over Connecticut<br />In a glass coach.<br />Once, a fear pierced him,<br />In that he mistook<br />The shadow of his equipage<br />For blackbirds. </p><p style="font-weight: bold;"> XII<br />The river is moving.<br />The blackbird must be flying. </p><span style="font-weight: bold;"> XIII </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was evening all afternoon. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was snowing </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And it was going to snow. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The blackbird sat </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In the cedar-limbs.<br /><br /></span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-61583091959997562562010-12-09T20:26:00.000-08:002010-12-11T07:04:59.656-08:00Driving My Life Away<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;">from "So Long"<br />by Walt Whitman<br /><br />1<br /><br />To conclude—I announce what comes after me;<br />I announce mightier offspring, orators, days, and then, for the present, depart.<br /><br />I remember I said, before my leaves sprang at all,<br />I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with reference to consummations.<br /><br />When America does what was promis’d,<br />When there are plentiful athletic bards, inland and seaboard,<br />When through These States walk a hundred millions of superb persons,<br />When the rest part away for superb persons, and contribute to them,<br />When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America,<br />Then to me and mine our due fruition.<br /><br />I have press’d through in my own right,<br />I have sung the Body and the Soul—War and Peace have I sung,<br />And the songs of Life and of Birth—and shown that there are many births:<br />I have offer’d my style to everyone—I have journey’d with confident step;<br />While my pleasure is yet at the full, I whisper, So long!<br />And take the young woman’s hand, and the young man’s hand, for the last time.</span><div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;">-----<br />This tune was probably introduced to me by my old man when I was maybe thirteen or fourteen. He was big into country music after the divorce -- although, I think that was because that was as close as he could get to an Old School/Old Boy Rockabilly scene in Waterloo, Iowa in the Eighties.<br /><br />It looks at the same pain-in-the-ass question the poem by Whitman looks at: We live and we love and we move on -- why are we doing this again?<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EBAaEOrTb4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EBAaEOrTb4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-73169048237614139142010-12-07T22:00:00.000-08:002010-12-11T07:10:55.252-08:00Samson was a Bad-Ass<h4><br /></h4><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Relax, there's a song at the bottom.<br /><br />Judges 16</span></b></span></div><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6951">1</sup>Then went Samson to Gaza, and saw there an harlot, and went in unto her. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6952">2</sup>And it was told the Gazites, saying, Samson is come hither. And they compassed him in, and laid wait for him all night in the gate of the city, and were quiet all the night, saying, In the morning, when it is day, we shall kill him. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6953">3</sup>And Samson lay till midnight, and arose at midnight, and took the doors of the gate of the city, and the two posts, and went away with them, bar and all, and put them upon his shoulders, and carried them up to the top of an hill that is before Hebron. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6954">4</sup>And it came to pass afterward, that he loved a woman in the valley of Sorek, whose name was Delilah. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6955">5</sup>And the lords of the Philistines came up unto her, and said unto her, Entice him, and see wherein his great strength lieth, and by what means we may prevail against him, that we may bind him to afflict him; and we will give thee every one of us eleven hundred pieces of silver. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6956">6</sup>And Delilah said to Samson, Tell me, I pray thee, wherein thy great strength lieth, and wherewith thou mightest be bound to afflict thee. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6957">7</sup>And Samson said unto her, If they bind me with seven green withs that were never dried, then shall I be weak, and be as another man. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6958">8</sup>Then the lords of the Philistines brought up to her seven green withs which had not been dried, and she bound him with them. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6959">9</sup>Now there were men lying in wait, abiding with her in the chamber. And she said unto him, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he brake the withs, as a thread of tow is broken when it toucheth the fire. So his strength was not known. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6960">10</sup>And Delilah said unto Samson, Behold, thou hast mocked me, and told me lies: now tell me, I pray thee, wherewith thou mightest be bound. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6961">11</sup>And he said unto her, If they bind me fast with new ropes that never were occupied, then shall I be weak, and be as another man. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6962">12</sup>Delilah therefore took new ropes, and bound him therewith, and said unto him, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And there were liers in wait abiding in the chamber. And he brake them from off his arms like a thread. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6963">13</sup>And Delilah said unto Samson, Hitherto thou hast mocked me, and told me lies: tell me wherewith thou mightest be bound. And he said unto her, If thou weavest the seven locks of my head with the web. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6964">14</sup>And she fastened it with the pin, and said unto him, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he awaked out of his sleep, and went away with the pin of the beam, and with the web. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6965">15</sup>And she said unto him, How canst thou say, I love thee, when thine heart is not with me? thou hast mocked me these three times, and hast not told me wherein thy great strength lieth. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6966">16</sup>And it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words, and urged him, so that his soul was vexed unto death; </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6967">17</sup>That he told her all his heart, and said unto her, There hath not come a razor upon mine head; for I have been a Nazarite unto God from my mother's womb: if I be shaven, then my strength will go from me, and I shall become weak, and be like any other man. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6968">18</sup>And when Delilah saw that he had told her all his heart, she sent and called for the lords of the Philistines, saying, Come up this once, for he hath shewed me all his heart. Then the lords of the Philistines came up unto her, and brought money in their hand. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6969">19</sup>And she made him sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head; and she began to afflict him, and his strength went from him. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6970">20</sup>And she said, The Philistines be upon thee, Samson. And he awoke out of his sleep, and said, I will go out as at other times before, and shake myself. And he wist not that the LORD was departed from him. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6971">21</sup>But the Philistines took him, and put out his eyes, and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass; and he did grind in the prison house. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6972">22</sup>Howbeit the hair of his head began to grow again after he was shaven. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6973">23</sup>Then the lords of the Philistines gathered them together for to offer a great sacrifice unto Dagon their god, and to rejoice: for they said, Our god hath delivered Samson our enemy into our hand. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6974">24</sup>And when the people saw him, they praised their god: for they said, Our god hath delivered into our hands our enemy, and the destroyer of our country, which slew many of us. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6975">25</sup>And it came to pass, when their hearts were merry, that they said, Call for Samson, that he may make us sport. And they called for Samson out of the prison house; and he made them sport: and they set him between the pillars. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6976">26</sup>And Samson said unto the lad that held him by the hand, Suffer me that I may feel the pillars whereupon the house standeth, that I may lean upon them. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6977">27</sup>Now the house was full of men and women; and all the lords of the Philistines were there; and there were upon the roof about three thousand men and women, that beheld while Samson made sport. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6978">28</sup>And Samson called unto the LORD, and said, O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6979">29</sup>And Samson took hold of the two middle pillars upon which the house stood, and on which it was borne up, of the one with his right hand, and of the other with his left. </b></p><p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6980">30</sup>And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein. So the dead which he slew at his death were more than they which he slew in his life. </b></p><b><sup id="en-KJV-6981">31</sup>Then his brethren and all the house of his father came down, and took him, and brought him up, and buried him between Zorah and Eshtaol in the buryingplace of Manoah his father. And he judged Israel twenty years.<br /><br /></b><div><b>----<br />Posted below is a traditional American song -- possibly a slave song.<br /><br />Students: look for the metaphors in the story -- at least for your own sake. What does the story of Samson represent in your mind?</b><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxXz_Iv0hmM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxXz_Iv0hmM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-46596143727240790862010-11-08T09:47:00.000-08:002010-11-08T09:49:55.263-08:00Murder in the Red Barn<strong>"Roadkill has its seasons, just like everything..."</strong><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BweWTM7GDIQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BweWTM7GDIQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-41117884454672772472010-10-22T09:29:00.000-07:002010-10-22T09:37:16.540-07:00Two Vids for My Students<strong>Two videos.<br /><br />One deals with questions of loss and of faith and is very personal to me:</strong><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHlJ5pA9Iqc?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHlJ5pA9Iqc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><strong>The other deals with the fears inherent when committing to a new relationship: is this going to burn me? Or save me? It's a leap of faith in the end:</strong><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrJ6wDQOex4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LrJ6wDQOex4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-15914900407231775352010-10-21T06:36:00.000-07:002010-12-21T11:15:25.146-08:00The Ghosts of Mount Revere Opens<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>by Joe Jennison</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>“The Ghosts of Mount Revere,” an original theatrical production, written and directed by Mount Vernon resident Mike Moran, will have its world premiere Thursday, Friday and Saturday, Oct. 21, 22, and 23, at 7:30 p.m. in the First Street Community Building, 221 1st St. NE, Mount Vernon.<br /><br />The theatrical piece mixes theater and music, and explores the ghosts of a mythical Iowa town, Mount Revere. The piece uses storytelling and music to introduce its characters and its town, culminating in a showcase of songs performed in a haunted juke house in the Iowa hills. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><br />The piece features actors Nicci Miles-Thomas, Brandon Rowray, and Bill Thomas, and showcases music performed by Josh Woosley, Samuel Butz, Jessie Stewart, Zak Moran, and Rhythmixity.<br />--------------<br />And here's a spooky little tune dealing with the understanding that it isn't who you want to spend your life with that matters as much as who you want to buried with:</strong></span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/umPFD_k_tmQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/umPFD_k_tmQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-86327764852351589022010-10-13T06:58:00.000-07:002010-10-13T18:26:07.986-07:00Mount Revere is a Town<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Mount Revere is a town that seems sometimes too sharp, too vibrant, like a professionally-developed photograph designed to make the colors of the autumn trees pop. Sometimes, though, it seems as if its perspective shifts, like an Edgar Mueller 3D street painting, it's downtown appearing from the right angle to be bursting through clouds, the Midwest's own humble Olympus.<br /><br />And other times, it's like stepping through the screen of a small, dark movie with deep shadows and despair that you can't turn away from. This is how it's sometimes going in Mount Revere. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>How are things going with you?<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEWqKI2ZnSk?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEWqKI2ZnSk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>The Ghosts of Mount Revere, </em>a new Goatsinger Production, goes up at</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>7:30 pm</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>October 21, 22, 23</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>at The First Street Building (221 1st St. NE)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Mount Vernon, IA</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>No charge. The actors and musicians are working for tips.</strong></span>Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29517610.post-70699567745148299812010-09-16T11:14:00.000-07:002012-04-22T10:28:44.220-07:00The Cross Road Blues<span style="font-weight: bold;">Stumbling, falling, almost hitting the ground, guitar case held tight. If the world was watching, the world would call him him drunk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">But the world wasn't watching and Bob wasn't drunk. Too late at night – so late it was almost day and the horizon ready to crack the dawn like an egg against the edge of a frying pan. Cocklebur and horsenettle choked the edge of the dusty, dirt road heading out towards the old Dockery House. Estella was back screaming and clawing and throwing things at the wall still, no doubt – angry woman, but now the one woman who wouldn't take him back. Bob left in a hurry, bumping into his friend Willie Brown at the corner and telling him, "If I ever end up dead, you're the one who needs to know." He could hear Willie laughing at him even two blocks past.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Deep into the night and down the country road, Bob thought: How many different ways can I get hurt? Then he brushed the devil-thought off his shoulder and spit through his fingers. But the possibility still swirled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">How long before the ghosts came up on over the ridge in a pickup truck, a stretch of rope behind the seat and pale eyes looking through the windshield for a strong branch to bear the strange fruit? Every sound was a possible engine, rubber tires on a gravel road, carrying either a safe ride to a warm house, or ghosts. The crackle of dried weeds: morning glory, trumpetcreeper. The brush of wind clattering branches. The heart beating harder, faster; the feel of the pulse behind his eyeballs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">It was at the crossroads that Bob fell down on his knees. Rumor at the last juke house he'd played was some poor fool got run down like a rabbit by a couple of big rednecks and strung up in a poplar tree.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Long fingers squeezing each other, head bowed. "Save poor Bob," he muttered. "If you please, Lord, save poor Bob." The rush of blood and panic made the whispered prayer feel like a cry through the fissures of his neck bones, lungs, liver, spleen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">The trust to stand and wait, to try and flag a ride out of this dark spot, was a gutsy thing for poor Bob. And when the first flume of gravelroad dust kicked up at the edge of the land, he held his ground, put his thumb out, and waited.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">The first car appeared as dawn broke. It was an old Pierce-Arrow with two dumb-looking white men in it; they blazed by without even glancing at him. So did the family in the Terraplane that passed some twenty minutes later. And the Essex a half-hour after that. It was like nobody saw him. Didn't take long before Bob hefted his Gibson and got a wiggle on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Next car that smoked by him, he shouted after: "Tell Willie Brown I'm down to the crossroads!" Then he barked a laugh that sounded almost like a sob, startling a bobolink from the ditch into the morning air. Bob crossed into the neighboring field.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">As he settled into the shade of a magnolia, drawing the weary L-1 Gibson into his lap, Bob was already humming. No woman up ahead, Estella left behind beating her walls, no ride, almost like he was invisible, and no doubt his friend Willie Brown all poised on his barstool and ready to laugh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">He taught it to me, by the way, the song he wrote on the edge of that gravel road, Bob did – the last time he passed this way through Mount Revere.</span><br />Goatsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06785909341166402144noreply@blogger.com0