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With My Guitar and Some Celtic Cheese Rolls

If it hadn’t been for that bag of potato chips… #songsofcomfort food. Something to go with the cheese rolls…

The New World Cheese Roll Championship, Maine Celtic Celebration, Belfast, July, 2013. Contestants chase a round of cheese downhill in Pagan tradition, now a worldwide celebration.

A song of identity politics from the North Woods, inspired by our three cats, so please hear miaout to the tail end. Lyrics, sort of: I got them black cat blues now (repeat)/ Meow/ I got them black cat blues now/ Meow/ I got them black cat blues now/ Meow (repeat)/ I got them black cat blues now (repeat)/ But I’m White/ I got them black cat blues now/ So White!


Back to the guitar…

A song of many versions and many personal stories. From deep inside an empty room, my vocals lead away into an acoustic guitar narrative.
Walkin’ Blues by Son House (recorded 1930) has definitely provided many different kinds of opportunities. Even this.

And to round things off… for now.

The uphill battle!
The traditional slide-in.