This is pretty cool, sent by a reader.
Watch especially at about 1:20 onward.
This is pretty cool, sent by a reader.
Watch especially at about 1:20 onward.
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“This blog is rather like a fusion of the Baroque ‘salon’ with its well-tuned harpsichord around which polite society gathered for entertainment and edification and, on the other hand, a Wild West “saloon” with its out-of-tune piano and swinging doors, where everyone has a gun and something to say. Nevertheless, we try to point our discussions back to what it is to be Catholic in this increasingly difficult age, to love God, and how to get to heaven.” - Fr. Z

I guess it’s now safe to say: Saint Francis loves Bluegrass!
Getting the bird while on stage is not always a bad thing after all. I recognize the banjo player- Terry Baucom who was with Doyle Lawson and Quicksilver for many years. Good stuff despite being somewhat “flighty”.
Sparrows love bluegrass, especially “Little Sparrow”…..
no lie, I played the video and suddenly all the birds in my tree outside my window started chirping and getting excited… must be something ’bout the music…
Well, isn’t that a kick.
Did this happen at Disneyland per chance? ;-)
Josh Williams – Mordecai lyrics
We’d see him in the distance on the trail along the rim
His silver head against the mountain sky
And Grandmas face would open up when she saw that it was him
And she’d say Daddy grab a chair its Mordecai
And it seemed to me he brought a country store there on his back
As he layed it all before us on the ground
And I knew he’d finally reach into that ragged old back pack
For the candy that he always brought around
Chorus
He Said
My Papa was a wandering Jew and it’s my fate to be one too
I’ll roam these mountain trails until I die
Perhaps one day I’ll see my home and then he smiled and turned to go
And we all said goodbye to Mordecai
One evening when he stayed with us I saw him at his prayers
As the last light trickled through the cabin door
And he stood before the little yellow candle burning there [ENTER THE BIRDIE]
Softly speaking words I’d never heard before
And I told him how my Grandma said it troubled her mind so
Such a fine man wasn’t washed in the blood of the lamb
He smiled and said “Tell Grandma if it pleases her to know
That She and I both pray to the God of Abraham”
Chorus
It’s been so long now since I’ve left that hillside far behind
For a place I’ve never truly called my home
And more and more these days I see him walking in my mind
Through the misty mountain distance all alone
Mordecai was a wandering Jew, in my own way I am one too
I hope to make it home before I die
And if I should ever find my way I’ll light a candle at his grave
And say one more goodbye to Mordecai
Not to be the copyright police, but lyrics are copyrighted and should not be reproduced in whole, unless they are in the public domain.
The Chicken
Chicken, isn’t there an “educational use” exception to that?
That was very cool!
In case anybody was wondering, there were a lot of Jewish (and folks of other ethnicities and religions) wandering peddlers in the US, back in the day. Particularly in the South and West, wherever general stores were far apart.
The Jewish peddler was a mainstay when we all lived further apart.
Remember when Anne of Green Gables accidentally dyed her hair green? She bought the dye from a Jewish peddler, who warranted that it would not wash out. It wouldn’t.
“sigh” kinda makes me miss Dan Fogelberg .He did a lot of good bluegrass. Ahhh simpler times.