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30 July, 2013

Blue Caboose

Blue Caboose

By: Moose

In December of 2010, three guys from three different bands found themselves needing something new. These three fellas are Tony Hall, Sleepy Andy Tracy, and Michael "Marty" Martin. Tony was in a band called Zen Lunatics, Sleepy Andy in Eazy, and Marty in Perfect Norm. They got together and formed a bluegrass, folky, old-timey band called Blue Caboose.
The band's namesake was an old, blue Caboose near Queensgate, in what I like to call the "Warehouse District" of Cincinnati.
These three gentlemen, with one microphone, perform with Sleepy Andy playing the banjo, mandolin and harmonica, Marty on accordion and keyboard with Tony on guitar and an iron cooking skillet. All three sing the songs that bring to life a rock and a sway of that last car - the caboose - pounding the rail.

In a smoky room called "The Lounge" at The Southgate House Revival in Newport, KY, I sat quietly and listened to these guys sing originals and covers, all the while the smile never leaving my face. It was infectious. They have an innate ability to bring fun to the music that they enjoy playing. Whether it is to a full room, or, just you, music is what these guys do. They leave it up there on the proverbial stage for you to listen and enjoy.
They encapsulate a down-home fun time. The jokes don't stop, and the music seems to never end, and you don't want it to. The first song, "Sittin' on Top of the World" featured an awesome accordion solo - yes - an accordion solo. The accordion is their something extra. Or how can you ever go wrong with playing The Jungle Book's "The Bare Necessities" (of life, that is)? They can also bring you back to Cincinnati's Over-the Rhine with a song called "Goin' O'er the Rhine (Diddle Um Day); which tells the story, with an up tempo melody, of the changes that have been taking place there.

They slow it down as well with a song called "Tennessee" which made me want to travel back there with a different set of eyes. But, it was when Andy and Marty put their instruments down (except guitar) and the three of them used the instrument they were born with: their voice. Then, I could really tell what these guys were about: simplicity at its finest. Nothing unnecessarily fancy with these guys, just plain and simple their version of Blue Caboosin', folk, country, old-timey, bluegrass music.

On this National Dance Day "The Skillet Song" which, is a must-see, brought the stompin' and clappin'. People literally stopped in their tracks as Tony wailed away on his skillet with a set of drum sticks. They came down off the stage and played to the bar, the crowd, and to their fans.
This is their mix of sound, some original, some covers. They bring their roots and their hodge-podge of influences into each song.  I asked John Baker, the owner of a great venue, "The Plain Folk Cafe", how he would describe Blue Caboose? He said, "I would say that their sound is like bluegrass, folk, funk, polka, jazz, and jam rock all had a big orgy. Then, Bluegrass ended up pregnant, not knowing which of the others was the father, and gave birth to Blue Caboose."
Music is what these guys do. I asked Tony a two word question that always plays in my head with musicians: "Why music?" His answer, which show's in Blue Caboose's Music: "There is no other choice."

That, my friends, gets to their core. Go ahead and check 'em out www.bluecaboose.net and check out their album, Modern Limited, and see for yourself why these guys had "no other choice" than to do what they love. While you're there, do yourself a favor and head out to one of the many upcoming shows for Blue Caboose. You will not be disappointed and will surely have a fun time.



27 July, 2013

new things

it's been a while folks, but you should be seeing more posts on a more frequent basis. overhauled myself and we will see where this thing goes.
hope all is well with everyone stay tuned for the new direction in which this is going to go...

24 May, 2013

hunger and halfway home

Hunger & Halfway Home 
Intersections and street corners just me and this sign
Homeless and any little bit will help.
Been halfway to home a thousand times
Can't seem to bring myself to go back.

Hunger sets in like the dark of night
But I'm free out here with choices I make.
Ain't got a dollar to my name
Freedom you can't buy anyway and I don't need fame.

Livin' under a bridge any little bit helps
Livin' on the streets any winds blow seems right.
Livin' under a bridge and takin' step by step
Tryin' to get at least halfway to home.

I wake up with the sun as she peers through the morning sky
Homeless and wandering troubles all by and by.
I'll meet ya on the other side from here to then

My freedom is all I need and glory is in my pen.

19 April, 2013

Temporary Dogs Still Cross Roads



Temporary & Dogs Still Cross Roads
I've sat here and re wrote this and re thought this out countless times since Monday when this happened. We know their names, we know where they are from, and we will know more in the coming days and weeks and possible months. As I sit here though and think about it, why do we care about the why? The why won't bring anyone back, the why won't solve anything. The only thing that matters to me is peace, and these "kids" shot that down in an instant. Love and compassion for your neighbor shot down. Fortunately though the people of Boston came together and helped with what they could.
Now, I'm just some guy behind a few key strokes in a warehouse in Cincinnati, Ohio reflecting about the crazy week that has evolved and keeps evolving. I am reminded of something my cousin said just this morning "I don't understand this. With all the beauty this world has why is there so much hate? I just don't understand it." I don't either. In my humblest of opinions this world is filled with so much more beauty, good, and love than there is hate or so it may seem. I feel there is though. That eight year old boy that died in the blast on Monday was seen in pictures smiling but in one he was holding a sign that read "No More hurting people, peace." When I heard that yesterday following my girlfriend to get something to eat I cried. I welled up inside because if an eight year old can see the hatred in people and only wants peace than why can't everyone else? It seems as if this has been a fight for decade upon decade upon decade upon decade. I'd like to take that boy's statement and wear it proudly in honor of him, and in honor of the meaning behind it.
Look I may not agree with my government or some religious folks or people in general but that doesn't mean I am going to plot out a way to kill them and in the process kill myself. I guess that's the difference between me and them. I still feel for peoples that have been done wrong by this the United States of America. Some peoples have been helped and when the shit hit the fan the USA were nowhere to be found. That's a lonely feeling and that cuts deep to these sometimes third world countries, but it still gives no human being to take a life of another. I guess you can only be pushed into a corner for so long to where you finally snap as well.
What happened on Monday though doesn't seem like that though to me, but what do I know? All I do know is that there are families, innocent in whatever these crazy kids idea was who have family members that won't come back and that have been maimed. To that pure hatred I just don't understand. Flat out just don't understand. There is no rhyme or reason to this. When you conduct this act of violence your "cause" is not just and to me there is no "justifying." You can explain but you will get no sympathy from me. I can forgive yes, but I cannot and will not sympathize with you.
I’m just reminded of what that little boy had wrote on a poster board. Five words that we should all take stock of. Five words that quit honestly speak volumes of morality. That if you can’t be touched by that, even a little bit, well I just don’t know what to say to you.
In concluding this thing here I guess just be good people. There is always someone who has it worse, and we all are in this thing together. Life is temporary and dogs will still cross roads but at the end of the day treating people kindly is a lot more gratifying than the alternative. 

02 April, 2013

April Fool's Her Better Half


April’s Fooled Her Better Half
Inspired by my friends in the Cincinnati Songrwriter’s Group
Hope you enjoy this friends….


April fools her better half with half told truth’s and unkept sheets.
April fools her better half with half bitters and a fool’s vodka
The last thing written on the chalkboard by the bathroom stall was,
“HA HA HA fooled you yet again!!!”

April’s fool leaves the light on when not in the room
April’s fool has never swept with a broom
April’s fool while all in love
Never cleans up nor never seems to care.

Her better half is a mess of a dresser
The same shirt for a week along with them “lucky jeans”
He ain’t the smartest man nor does he try
He just lives each day and just tries to get by

April’s fool loves her with the light on when not in the room
April’s fool doesn’t want to sweep up after with that broom
April’s fool while all in love
Will always stay in love no matter how much she may shove.

Her better half ain’t that GQ kind of feller
He’s got a beard and mustache and loves Old Yeller.
Her better half ain’t a sharp dressed man
He’s just all in love so why give a damn?

April’s fooled her better half with all the love
She makes him breakfast and really gives a damn
April’s fooled her better half with all the love
But is it really foolin when all yer doin is messin?

April’s fool may not be well dressed
April’s fool may not be well groomed
April’s fool may not be good with a broom
But when he smiles at her that’s when it all blooms again.

April fools her better half for no more
April fooled her better half for the last time
April fools her better half for how or why?
April loves her better half for a hundred scores.

28 March, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!!


To My Mom



You deserve something special
You deserve something from the heart
You deserve these thoughts however long or however short.
You are always willing to help even when I don’t ask
You are always there to help when I’m in dire need.

Something special for a special mother
Always a kind word
Always an honest word
I may call a lot sometimes it’s just to hear you
I miss our talks

You see I guess the old irish saying is “that irish boys don’t like leaving their mother’s”
Well I may have left but some times it feels like I haven’t
I hope you don’t mind the calls
I hope you don’t mind them at all.

Something special for a special mom
Something from my heart for you I give
It’s your birthday and however small it may feel to you
It is a big deal to me.

I may have been a punk when I was younger
But I am trying to make up for those lost years.
You have always been the best you can be
And us four have only needed you to be that.

Yes, you deserve something special
Even though these maybe words
I just want to say I love you
I want to wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I miss when you would come home and the dogs would bolt to the door
I miss that loudness of their howling.
I miss our conversations in your room about our day
Or about our goings on
I miss the way you could crush me when I lost a job
I simply miss you.

Something special for a special mom
I hope that in someway this worked
I hope you have a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
And I love you…..