Every Tuesday night in Grand Forks, my friend Chris Erickson and The Hub Bar host an open mic. I like to think up a set list a day or so beforehand and play it somewhat off the cuff, to keep the song selections fresh, and keep my friends, myself and the patrons entertained. It’s usually a handful of new songs every week, which has accumulated to nearly 200 songs in the past year! Some were good, a few needed a little more practice … all in all were pretty fun!
Here are the set lists I played, with a lot of help from my friends, from end of July through the end of 2015, starting with the most recent.
Hard Times Stephen Foster
Catch The Wind Donovan Leitch
Head Full of Doubt / Road Full of Promise The Avett Brothers
Chimes of Freedom Bob Dylan
The Unwelcome Guest Woodie Guthrie, Billy Bragg & Wilco
Arthur McBride trad, Bob Dylan
Ragpicker’s Dream Mark Knopfler
I and Love and You The Avett Brothers
Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis Tom Waits
Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth Primitive Radio Gods
Let’s Dance David Bowie
Black Friday Steely Dan
Goin’ To California Led Zeppelin
My Old School Steely Dan
Nothing But The Wheel Peter Wolf (Patty Loveless recorded it in ’93, John Scott Sherrill wrote it)
Dreams Fleetwood Mac
Sittin’ On The Dock Of The Bay Otis Redding
Gold Dust Woman Fleetwood Mac
Mandolin Rain Bruce Hornsby
Satellite Dave Matthews Band
Hard To Handle Otis Redding
Rhiannon Fleetwood Mac
Ex’s & Oh’s Elle King
Musta Got Lost J Geils Band
Reelin’ In The Years Steely Dan
Green Tambourine The Lemon Pipers
This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) Talking Heads
Mother’s Little Helper The Rolling Stones
Come To My Window Melissa Etheridge
Take It Or Leave It The Rolling Stones
Ride On Baby The Rolling Stones
Avant Gardener Courtney Barnett
Crescent City Lucinda Williams
Pacing The Cage Bruce Cockburn
Desperadoes Under The Eaves Warren Zevon
That’s How I Got To Memphis Buddy Miller (written by Tom T. Hall)
Waiting On A Friend The Rolling Stones
Under Pressure David Bowie
It Must Have Been The Roses Grateful Dead
Heart Shaped Box Nirvana
All The Young Dudes Mott The Hoople
Changes David Bowie
Downtown Train Tom Waits
My Friends Red Hot Chili Peppers
Blowin’ In The Wind Bob Dylan
I Could Have Lied Red Hot Chili Peppers
Wildflowers Tom Petty
Slipping Away The Rolling Stones
Running Down A Dream Tom Petty
Whiter Shade Of Pale Procol Harum (words by Keith Reid, music by Gary Brooker)
Only A Broken Heart Tom Petty
Tonight, Tonight Smashing Pumpkins
Hang Fire The Rolling Stones
I Remember You Skid Row
Hope You Never Tom Petty
First Day Of My Life Bright Eyes
October Winds The Clancy Brothers
Masters Of War Bob Dylan
Out Of Time The Rolling Stones
Dark Eyes Bob Dylan
Mmm Mmm Mmm Crash Test Dummies
The Ballad Of Jane LA Guns
At The Bottom Of Everything Bright Eyes
Someday Joe Eddie Greenwood
Monday Morning Blues Joe Eddie Greenwood
Gal I Left Behind Me Joe Eddie Greenwood (trad.)
Broken Man Blues Joe Eddie Greenwood
From Hank To Hendrix Neil Young
Firing At Each Other Joe Eddie Greenwood
Poor Man’s Blues Joe Eddie Greenwood
Working On A Dream Bruce Springsteen
Dink’s Song Bob Dylan (trad.)
Joey Concrete Blonde
Always Somethin’ Joe Eddie Greenwood
Kiss Me Deadly Lita Ford
Guess I’m Doin’ Fine Bob Dylan
I Burn Today Frank Black
Paths Of Victory Bob Dylan
When The Ship Comes In Bob Dylan
Racing In The Streets Bruce Springsteen (Townes Van Zandt)
Only A Hobo Bob Dylan
Today Smashing Pumpkins
Hunger Strike Temple Of The Dog
Hot Legs Rod Stewart
Legs ZZ Top
Guess Things Happen That Way Johnny Cash
Everybody Hurts REM
Chances Are Bob Marley
Maggie May Rod Stewart
Paint It Black The Rolling Stones
To Find A Friend Tom Petty
What You Give Tesla
Something To Believe In Poison
Could You Be Loved? Bob Marley
Blister In The Sun Violent Femmes
Turn It On The Flaming Lips
To Ramona Bob Dylan
Better Man Pearl Jam
Say It Ain’t So Weezer
Time After Time Cyndi Lauper
She Don’t Use Jelly The Flaming Lips
Chewing The Apple Of Your Eye The Flaming Lips
Superhumans The Flaming Lips
Good Feeling The Violent Femmes
Eternal Flame The Bangles
Abandoned Love Bob Dylan
Sunday Morning The Velvet Underground
Here Comes My Girl Tom Petty
I’ll Be Your Mirror The Velvet Underground
I’ll Keep It With Mine Bob Dylan
Sunday Morning Coming Down Kris Kristofferson (Johnny Cash)
Centerfield John Fogerty
Runaway Train Soul Asylum
Mrs. Brown You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter Herman’s Hermits (Trevor Peacock)
Sounds Of Silence Simon and Garfunkel
Summertime Blues Eddie Cochran
Mrs. Robinson Simon and Grafunkel
American Pie Don McLean
Here Comes Your Man Pixies
What’s The Frequency, Kenneth? REM
I’m Waiting For The Man The Velvet Underground
Here Comes The Sun George Harrison
Cowboy Song Thin Lizzy
Should I Stay, Or Should I Go The Clash
Sultans Of Swing Dire Straits
When I See You Smile Bad English
Here Comes The Night Them
Two Princes Spin Doctors
So You Want To Be A Rock N Roll Star The Byrds
Nothingman Pearl Jam
Over And Over Neil Young
Lola The Kinks
For other sets I played in 2015 and earlier, check out these open mic posts. Thanks for reading!
I had another great time playing songs at The Hub open mic last night. This time my set list gravitated towards the guy who said he liked my voice, even though he figured I didn’t like it myself, and said I sounded like Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips. Well, I do like my voice, although I always find it a little unwieldy. Last night, it felt really good though. And so did my guitar. I strummed it harder than I usually do, with more energy than I usually portray, and without a pick! The intro riff to “Blister In The Sun” took off like a cannon ball on the street, and the crowd sang along and cheered with the introduction of every new song. Too bad that guy wasn’t there this time to hear it.
Here are the songs I played, 7/21/15:
Blister In The Sun – Violent Femmes
Turn It On – The Flaming Lips
To Ramona – Bob Dylan
Better Man – Pearl Jam
Say It Ain’t So – Weezer
Time After Time – Cyndi Lauper
She Don’t Use Jelly – The Flaming Lips
Chewin’ The Apple Of Your Eye – The Flaming Lips
Superhumans – The Flaming Lips
Good Feeling – Violent Femmes
Here are the songs I played last week Tuesday, July 14th. I was thinking a lot about baseball and summertime.
Centerfield – John Fogerty
Runaway Train – Soul Asylum
Mrs. Brown, You’ve Got A Lovely Daughter – Herman’s Hermits / Trevor Peacock
The Sound Of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel
Summertime Blues – Eddie Cochran
Mrs. Robinson – Simon and Garfunkel
American Pie – Don McLean
Pancho and Lefty – Townes Van Zandt
And here are the songs I played the week before that, July 7th, 2015:
Abandoned Love – Bob Dylan
Sunday Morning – The Velvet Underground
Here Comes My Girl – Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
I’ll Be Your Mirror – The Velvet Underground
I’ll Keep It With Mine – Bob Dylan
Sunday Morning Coming Down – Kris Kristofferson
Pancho and Lefty – Townes Van Zandt
Every one of these nights was a lot of fun, and each one seems like it was even better than the last. I especially like it when the crowd sings along, and when other musicians come up and sing or play guitar with me on a few numbers. I can’t wait for next time; I’ve already started scribbling song list ideas for at least three different sets. It’s always interesting how different songs can be arranged together to form a loosely connected set list whole. That’s another very rewarding part about playing the open mic.
Here is the set list I played last Tuesday at the open mic. It was a fun set, inspired and well-played, I felt. I remember talking about the Glen Campbell show that was on television Sunday evening. And playing with Chris Erickson at the end of the night was just as great, and better!
Here Comes Your Man – Pixies
What’s The Frequency, Kenneth? – R.E.M.
I’m Waiting For The Man – The Velvet Underground
Here Comes The Sun – George Harrison
Cowboy Song – Thin Lizzy
Pancho And Lefty – Townes Van Zandt
I played these songs Tuesday at The Hub’s open mic night. At the end of the night I noticed the bartender was wearing a Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt. Far out, man!
Breathe – Pink Floyd
Glory Days – Bruce Springsteen
Never My Love – Addrisi Brothers
All Things Must Pass – George Harrison
I Like Girls Who Drink Beer – Toby Keith
Time Is On My Side – Norman Meade
Time – Pink Floyd
Frankie’s Gun – Felice Brothers
I played these songs last night at The Hub open mic, where I am currently Rock Star of the Month!
Accompanied Moses on California Stars – Wilco
Johnny B Goode – Chuck Berry
Touch of Grey – Grateful Dead
It Must Have Been The Roses – Grateful Dead
Angel – Aerosmith
Highwayman – The Highwaymen
Pancho & Lefty – Townes Van Zandt
Nadine – Chuck Berry
Accompanied Josh on a Townes Van Zandt song
These are the songs I sang last night at The Hub in Grand Forks. I used my wife’s Taylor 810 acoustic guitar, with harmonicas on the first and last songs.
Gotta Get Away, Black Keys
Just Breathe, Pearl Jam
Lodi, Creedence Clearwater Revival
Pancho and Lefty, Townes Van Zandt
Pilgrim Chapter 33, Kris Kristofferson
Plastic Jesus, Goldcoast Singers
Upon the Road to Dreaming, Joe Greenwood
You Are The Sunshine Of My Life
Yes And No
When I Fall In Love
Blues For Alice
Is You Is, Or Is You Ain’t (Ma’ Baby)
In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning
Skating In Central Park
The Saga Of Harrison Crabfeathers
Uplifting performance by the Avett Brothers last night at The Hub in Fargo
These guys put in an energetic, intelligent, sharp funk-rock metal show; I wish them the best on their tour! Hookers Made Out Of Cocaine, from Columbus, OH. Very fun, thanks to Ojata Records for putting it together.
Also from Oklahoma, the Hookers Made Out Of Cocaine! My new band the Ortolan Saints has our first gig tonight at Ojata Records in Grand Forks
P R N 3-D 2 L
Today at the Acoustic Country Music Jam I sang Congratulations, Lodi, Pilgrim Chapter 33, and Plastic Jesus
Friends of Vintage Guitar magazine, I was lucky to meet The Kentucky Headhunters LIVE at the Grand Forks County Fair! Highlight was seeing live performance of their new song, “Tumbling Roses”!
Tumbling roses in my head,
Tumbling roses in my bed,
I will never forget what you said,
Tumbling roses ’til I’m dead
The view from Highway 2 at Lakota, heading east
Come one, come all, and see The Strange Thing! $1 lets you see it with your own eyes! You’ve got to see it to believe it! The Strange Thing!
Here is perhaps the most annoying rendition of Plastic Jesus you may ever hear!
Just having some time with the soundboxes
Sweet tones with this Dunlop “Joe Bonamassa” Signature Fuzzface (with real Bonamassa signature!)
BOSS DS-1 Distortion Pedal via http://www.kennysmusic.com/
I see in the newspaper today there is an event listing for a “Post Offices of Northeastern North Dakota” exhibit open house, 1 to 5 p.m., at the Pioneer Heritage Center in Icelandic State Park, Cavalier, North Dakota. Peculiar as it may sound, taking note of the post offices that have come and gone throughout a region’s history can tell you something about what has gone on, in the places you stand, before your time.
A couple months ago I was driving east on ND County Road 9 just approaching Nash, North Dakota, when I saw a peculiar evergreen tree standing proud all by itself along the side of the road. Noticing as I drove past that there was a monument marking the tree, I decided to stop and investigate.
Here is what the monument reads:
In 1879, a Post Office named Sweden was establsihed on a site 450 yards south of this marker. It was housed in a log building in which William McKenzie operated a general store. It was one of two Post Offices, Grafton being the second, authorized through the efforts of Thomas E. Cooper, who became its postmaster. John M. Almen was appointed postmaster in Sweden.
Mail was brought to Kelly’s Point on the Red River by steamboat and carried to Grafton and Sweden, a distance of about 20 miles by Murdock McKenzie.
When the railroad reached Grafton in 1882, Sweden Post Office was discontinued, to be replaced in 1891 by Nash Post Office, Charles Hanson Postmaster. 1963
Fifty years after the monument was dedicated, I stood there reading it. The monument was placed 80 years after service stopped at the Post Office. From end to end, 130 years have come and gone, sun and snow, on this piece of earth, since they were delivering mail and I was just finding out about it. I wonder about the other post offices that are remembered by the Icelandic State Park exhibit, and I hope I get the time to visit there someday.
I have been playing with a new band, Ortolan Saints .. woohoo!
We are trying to be a heavy metal band, but sometimes I think we kind of puss out. I need to work on keeping things darker (and heavier!) with my guitar.
The band has been a great writing exercise for me to exorcise some cynical demon commentary from my heart. I’m not outstandingly proud to be presenting these lyrics to the public, but writing them was a necessary casting out of ideas and emotions that have built up inside of my mind. I’m happy to have the opportunity to express them, to perhaps let their antagonists expire and die free, rather than to continue to reign as a shadow upon my soul.
Check out one of the songs, here: Smashed.
Learn more about Ortolan Saints at www.ortolansaints.com.
A few weeks ago I had the privilege of visiting Butte Saint Paul in the Turtle Mountain region of North Dakota. The snow still deeply covered the path up to the summit, so I was obliged to admire the scene from below.
According to NDParks.com:
In 1850, George Anthony Belcourt, the state’s second missionary, embarked on a journey to preach the gospel to the Native American Indians settled around Ot Accowabiwinins, the highest known peak in North Dakota at that time. Unfortunately, Belcourt and his company of guides and sled dogs were caught in the midst of a giant blizzard, so they sought refuge atop the peak by burying themselves deep in the snow. On January 25, Belcourt offered a Thanksgiving mass where he blessed a wooden court that he had placed on top of the mountain, which he subsequent named Butte Saint Paul.
Looking up the butte, I couldn't see the wooden court. But it looked like some kind of rock pillar was there. I wasn't sure what to call it … an obelisk?
According to a Belcourt biography by Rev. James M. Reardon, in January of 1850, Belcourt, his gui
des and sled dogs set out to visit the Native Americans in this area in order to teach the gospel. The group was caught in a blizzard and sought refuge on the highest peak (580 feet) by burying themselves in the snow until the storm broke. On Jan. 25, which coincides with the feast of the Conversion of St. Paul, Belcourt offered a Mass of thanksgiving for their delivery from the blizzard. Belcourt blessed a large wooden cross and planted it on the summit of the hill naming it Butte St. Paul and dedicating it to the conversion of the Indians of the vicinity.
Eventually the cross disappeared, but 80 years later its remains were discovered and a cairn 12-feet high was erected to mark the spot and included a commemorative bronze plaque. Ten acres surrounding the marker were designated as a state park. Plans were to reinter Father Belcourt at the foot of Butte St. Paul, but this has never been carried out, and his body remains in Memramcook, New Brunswick.
So, it was a wooden cross, that makes more sense. And now I know it's not an obelisk or a pillar at all, but a cairn.
#Self with my @HarleyDavidson at banks of a #flooding Red River at Grand Forks, ND
I scored this baby on a tip from my Uncle @Al58501 .. thanks Al!
It’s been a while since I’ve played a guitar into a microphone so thought I’d try out this little one I have sitting around the station:
Fender Telecaster into a Gibson Falcon
P.S. The word ‘fugue’ is used here in reference to psychological state rather than the musical composition technique of repeating melody in two or more voice, but the complete song is in fact to be played as that kind of fugue… when you have enough people to play the parts.
Here I was, just sitting …
… wondering for an idea.
This website back online after busting
A death. A body amongst leaves on the sidewalk, found by passersby, the young couple walking their dog. An old man, you’d expect natural causes, but there’s a pool of blood amongst the leaves beneath his coat. Was he shot or stabbed? Why? By whom?
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You wouldn’t expect to find such a thing in an ordinary place like that.
Nobody’s buying square box ads on VintageGuitar.com for $25 a month … I figure it’s because they just don’t know about it! I’m actually thinking about it, are you?
I spent the weekend at the Arlington Guitar Show 2011, in Arlington, Texas, with the Vintage Guitar crew … Alan, James, Ward, Gil, Barbara, Lisa … man, what a blast!
The show itself was nutso, mind-boggling … more guitars in one place than I’ve ever imagined … check out the VG photo gallery on the Facebook page …
Hanging out with everybody was like a Hollywood night for me – Gil Hembree is a celebrity, am I right? Lisa Sharken? I don’t know about you, but I consider Ward Meeker a living legend of walking, talking guitar encyclopendiums …
And watching those dealer jams, amazing … you think Brad Paisley can play? Meet Gary Hutchison sometime! Smokin’!!! Meeting the dealers, Berlin and Belzer, The Burst Brothers … the guys from Cream City … all of it was just great.
Thanks a lot, VG … anytime you want to send me again, I’m in.
Now tonight I’m gonna see if I can make my Tele sound like those jam session dudes … practice, practice!
The latest issue of Vintage Guitar magazine is now featured on the website. Doug Yellow Bird always does a fantastic and stunning, beautiful design. It’s a pleasure to be involved with the project. Next week we’re headed to GUITARLINGTON, a huge guitar show in TEXAS!
UPDATE: SOLD! $70 for the kit. We figured out the body was made around 1999 and the lenses were from the 1970s. Nice!
This is my father’s old camera. He moved out of the house so I’m selling some of his stuff.
Minolta Maxxum QTsi SLR camera, 2 Quantaray lenses, carry case, mini pod, batteries and 2 rolls of film. Nice classic equipment! $100 OBO 701-215-2553
This song was originally published March 2003 in The Blackwood Press DUB, a nearly unmentionable ‘zine I helped publish.
You Won’t Disgust Me
put your mind
in my dish
make a wish
I won’t waste it
I’ll see what I can do
I want to make it come true
put your heart
in my hands
the beat stands
on my fingers
the blood lingers
I will do my best
to fulfill your breast
baby you can trust me
let me look
you won’t disgust me
put your mouth
where my lips are
take a look at my hip scar
it waits for you
I wanna share this chance
would you care to dance?
baby you can trust me
let me look
you won’t disgust me
As usual, this is more like a one-off half-formed number that my friend Jim Bob and I were messing around with. There are a few others that complement the experience, maybe I should post those as well. I’m glad we recorded them.
Here’s a song I wrote back in 1998, “Wall Street Blues”. It was delivered as an instrumental speech to my International Finance 410 class complete with electric guitars and a backing band (my buddy Jim Bob), for which I received an ‘A’ grade.
The recording posted here is from 2007, and features my band, The Midnights!
Wall Street Blues
I was drinking down at the bar
Stock broker showed me his brand new car
His new gold watch, and his girlfriend, too
He said, “hey buddy, I can get all of this for you.
Uh-huh, just invest a little money in me.
I’ll make you a rich man, yeah boy, you’ll see.”
I bought ’em low, and I watched ’em rise.
The stock split, then doubled in size.
Monday came and went in a flash,
But on Tuesday morning the whole market crashed, uh-huh
And I went into a trance.
I should have listened to my baby
And sold them when I had the chance.
The market crashed, the market crashed,
The market splashed, smashed, and
I lost all of my cash, uh-huh,
It’s all over the news.
I was looking for some new shoes but all I found was them
Wall Street Blues.
Now I’m walking in the streets
I got no money and nothing to eat
I’ll tell you once, you can take it from me,
Ain’t nobody on Wall Street getting rich for free, huh-uh
You better be ready to lose
Don’t end up like me, with them
Wall Street Blues.
This song becomes relevant every ten years or so.
Another example of a scratched record. But that’s why you’re here, right?
I like this for the guitar tone that comes in around the five minute mark. It sounds like the Hagstrom Viking through Dave’s Celestion Alnico Blues. But previous to that throughout the song it sounds like the Peavey Predator … housing pickups from a 1972 Fender Stratocaster, courtesy of Uncle Al.
This was Valentine’s Day 2010, rockin’ out with The Midnights!
We recorded a bunch of songs during our practice that night and pretty much all of them have a missed note or more. Regardless, there are parts in each of them that shine through. The Story of The Midnights Band!
We have a lot of scratched records.
The Midnights, who opened for Charlie Parr, formed in the summer of 2007, with Mr. Joe Greenwood bringing some of his home-spun tunes. The name is derived from the band’s rehearsal time slot from 12:00 a.m. to 2:00 a.m. The rehearsal time was a unique requirement for the Midnights, as Greenwood could only rehearse after he got off work from the Grand Forks Herald newspaper.
I was asked to play this song for a girlfriend’s wedding as she walked her processional down the aisle.
That day, it was beautiful; but I was only able to play the first several opening measures. So, as a gift, I made this recording of the full arrangement.
This is a widely popular arrangement for solo guitar that I have been playing since I was a young boy. Here, I recorded myself twice, once on top of the other, to fill in some areas that felt inarticulate without further clarification. It is a quick, rough sketch; I am far away from perfection in so many things, and my life is short.
My favorite performance arrangement for this song includes a group of strings, nearer the original score for three violins and basso continuo. Just the thought blooms a panoramic scene of beauty inside my mind.
For this recording, and at the wedding, I used an Epiphone ‘Chet Atkins’ model classical style electric-acoustic guitar, with nylon strings and a broad classical style neck. The guitar is borrowed from my uncle Alan.
From Alan Greenwood, Publisher, Vintage Guitar magazine ~
On April 9, 2007, Josie Alise Greenwood, my 3-year-old grand niece, died of Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. As you may imagine, it was devastating to her family. They formed Team Josie, which participates in the annual American Cancer Society Relay for Life and to date [April 2011] have raised nearly $26,000 for the Society. This year, Team Josie is raffling a PRS SE Singlecut Korina donated by PRS Guitars. All proceeds will go to the American Cancer Society.
Learn all about it at JosiesHope.org.
I’m working on recreating my personal website. You can learn more about me here.