“muscles appear to burst like popcorn over heat” East Grand Forks man wins third regional bodybuilding contest http://t.co/NcdZHkt2fZ
@keeneonmarket careful might be a hedge
Just kidding, i’m on this bus $CCE RT @KeeneOnMarket: @joegreenwood your learning, but not with that size of an order
Everybody I have a new love in my life… her name is frozen cocktail pouches
I’m the fool who sold a $FB iron condor the week she moved $3
I should have listened to Fred Twick @MistraKnowItAwl $FB
<3 THS GUITAR PICKS! Just phoned in a special order #GuitArlington RT @VintageGuitar Vinni and Nancy Smith of V-Picks http://t.co/qIai0W9oQ4
This is my guitar lesson song of the week — Old Love by Eric Clapton http://t.co/nH0uQxcP7U
Word! RT @AdviceToWriters: I doubt whether I ever read any description of scenery which gave me an idea of the place described.
RT @KeeneOnMarket: Haha, We will give it another Chance: No Winners so far; Tweet the final Score of the 49ers vs the Texans and Ill send y…
Removing dealer’s decals from my new Hyundai Santa Fe http://t.co/bwm6Qba61a
Sunday morning view from my new office! Saturday is the market http://t.co/Lc5kVQ1W68
White Lion, Cinderella, Faster Pussycat, LA Guns — SiriusXM Hair Nation tuggin’ at me heart strings! :’) smilin’ & cryin’
RT @KeeneOnMarket: Tweet: FInal Chance for a FREE Book: Predict the final score of Raiders vs Chargers and win a Autograph Book, ends at 11…
RT @MistraKnowItAwl: $NDLS Sold 10/19 $45 Calls for a quick 21% gain.
The ROLEX sign in Vienna http://t.co/7iyjuYxqHV
PERSONALS: Trumped by a tramp! Off to Belize. Adios! Signed, Fritz http://t.co/QLkzj2mGPz
How long til somebody invents the eyeball debris removal blade?? Need that ishht every morning
Any y’all patent backers hit me up
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.