Gettin Ready for Montana

Welcome !

This month as I prepare for my trip to Montana this year, I leave you with a link to my final blog from last years trip.  Photos and Videos of the rivers I fish and the places I see.

IMAG0302This year I’m trying something different. I love cowboy music, and decided that since we’re gonna attempt to move to the Big Sky country in the next few … ? , that I’d start to develop a good set of Cowboy songs as done by old cowboy friends of mine “Riders In The Sky” and “Sons of the SanJoaquin”. So besides all my pop, jazz, folk and original gigs, I’d add a gig of Cowboy Stuff and begin marketing it to the High End fishing lodges and for the tourist events, (since most the people are tourists that go out over 25..) I’ll have some recordings of those tunes up on my app. soon, so stay tuned for what Ranger Doug would say “the cowboy way”..

Be sure to get my app for apple and android… it’s the fastest way to findout where I’m gigging from your phone without coming here or to your main computer. The app is sized for smart phones..

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Welcome, here’s a new tune written this winter that I’ve not performed live yet! For lyrics and more info on this song, check out my 6yr blog : 

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Aug.20th 2013

When Nature Touches Art
A reprint from:

I was walking in a silent and still snow storm.  At my side in euphoric joy was my giant black schnoodle Sophia. Covered in white snowflakes the size of dimes we slowly walked the giant tree lined streets in a rising foot of fresh snow. There as I turned a sharp corner I put my headsets on and hit play.   The hundred year old oak trees completely covered the street  from both sides and they were piled with three to four inches of powder on them. It was more than I’d ever seen in 57 winters.   A solo trumpet began to play as the giant snowflakes fell in the still night.  It was Chris Botti playing “Ave Maria” with the orchestra.  It was truly a religious moment. Gods Nature touching mans art. I’d never really had it all come together like that in all my travels. I froze in place and let that moment wash over me, never to be forgotten. For there are millions spent to create moments in movies like this,  but in real life it’s rare to experience.
And then there is “A River Runs Through It”.   If you’ve read my blogs over the years, I make reference to this movie.  As a life long fly fisherman and one who wants their remains spread over the holy mountain streams of Montana, the movie is pretty special. And so I watched it again last night. In the land behind my home with a projector and screen and a friend.  78degrees, light breeze, big stereo monitors and my tent right there for sleeping in and staring at the stars throughout the night. . These are the words I wrote as i sat.
“And The moon was full. Shining through the  oaks that swayed in the breeze. Awash in the warm gentle sounds of crickets and trains in the night I sit.  And from my seat in the long grass I stare at a nine foot screen in the distance.  Digital images and sound mixing with  the natural elements of perfect summer night. 
And there it was..
The rhythm of a butterscotch cane rod dancing over the glistening waters and calling my soul. Where the gentle strings brought  forth waters.  Waters that came from the river that runs through my soul , and are replenished by the mix of the sweet and bitter moments of life.”
And I now sit in silent stars and  think of the times where “God made” touches “man made” through nature and our lives. It’s the first cry from a childs lungs, it’s the last sigh from a dying friend. It’s the free ticket to the secret ballet of music and dance that we left on the night stand as we picked up the remote and closed our windows for another evening of air conditioned cable. For if it’s the things we’ve done that haunt us in life, it’s as well the things we’ve missed that bring us pain.
   And in the end, what remains is what we leave behind. Never the things; for surely they will perish.  And all that remain are the seeds we planted of love, that were watered with the tears of our fears, faith and hope. Hope of a clearer and more honest picture of life and life more abundant for those we leave behind.
And my songs? They are slower now, and my words are sharper. I  hug my friends longer, kiss with more passion and say I’m sorry more often.  I curse more and worship deeper. I accept more as normal and reject less as perfect.
And all that remain are the seeds we planted of love, that were watered with the tears of our fears, faith and hope. Hope of a clearer and more honest picture of life and life more abundant for those we leave behind.
on the eve of my 57th year


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