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Open Mic - Oct. 7th 2009 we had another rousing night of open mic'ness at duke's smokehouse in georgetown this is william and cassandra - they sounded beautiful together you can check them out at the hideout this coming monday night for a special appearance it was good to see wake eastman again - he's working on another record that should be out soon david morton was present for the second week in a row and we had a new comer - mr. darrell, sporting a 1962 martin (i didn't get the model number but it looked and sounded beautiful)  it's great to have all these wonderful performers show up each week and it's even better to see friends like bob and sharon come out to support all of us and live music in generalyou guys are my heroes i also need to give a shout out to cullin lane i hadn't seen cullin for quite a while and he also has s new record that came out this summer so come check us out some wednesday night you don't have to be a performer to enjoy the music and as always please give us your feedback  
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In the days before everyone had their own car, the railroad symbolized America, and America was all about freedom. In the 19th century, the Transcontinental Railroad unified a fractured and disjounted America. It was abject evidence that we had conquered the wilderness. The great distances that were America were somehow diminished. You could get on a train in New York and, eventually, you could be cooling your heels in the Pacific Ocean. There was no place you couldn't go.
To an America growing up, the railroad represented freedom and adventure. For many, in a very real sense, it was the quickest way to get to other places. For some, it was the only way to go somewhere, or to get away from something. It could take you to far away places. Mysterious places full of mysterious and interesting people doing interesting and important things. Laying in bed at night and hearing the distant wail of a passing train filled the head of many a kid with tantillizing visions of adventure. Places where anything was possible. Trains and the railroads run deep in the collective psyche of our generation. But the wistles and the clanking of the tracks as the trains go by are heard less today, and I fear, they do not impregnate our souls as they once did. For many, they are just a nuisance. Like so many other things, they are being bulldozed by the relentlessness of time. I do not know if that is a good thing. Trains have figured prominantly in American music. From Woody Guthrie to Guy Clark, train songs have stirred our imagination. So, in a sense, we chose Blue Rail to pay some small homage to the romanticism of the railroad. To the freedom and mystery that lies ahead as you peer out at those twin rails, blue from the reflected sky, that seem to go on forever. Plus, well, it sounded pretty cool too. "So go to sleep you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly by Listen to the steel rails hummin' That's a hobo's lullaby" -Woody Guthrie "Hobo's Lullaby" |
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