The Amazing Geriatric Hillbilly U.S. World Tour

Prologue-

There are probably still one or two people here and there who don’t know this story and how it started. There are probably quite a few more that have already heard more than they want to about it. But we’re going to tell it anyway, as it’s happening, for the folks that have been our supporters and friends. We know starting out that we’re too old for this ambitious a project. And we’re certainly not in any kind of training program, unless you’d call training us unrepentant and out of control elderly away from donuts and Fritos and toward hummus and carrot sticks. Significant but somewhat limited success there. But Sarah will be relentless. It’s her job. Or rather, one of her many jobs, as we head out on this careless and foolhardy journey. It’ll be some trip. Want to experience it for yourself? Just stay tuned.

How it all began –

How far back would you like to go? All of us have a history as musicians, most dating back to our teen years or farther. I’ll be collecting the details as we go along from each of the players and passing them on to you. And I’m not going to bore you with my long story here at the outset. Instead, let’s start with the chain of events that led to the movie, that led to the promotion of the movie by those who appeared in it, that led to the rising popularity of the music, and all that.

I don’t know how long ago Rick Cochran began hosting music parties at his home on Thursday nights. I was first invited a little over 20 years ago. I soon discovered the regulars would include Dennis Crider and Ken Wagoner and whoever else happened by. Sometimes there would be 10 or more, sometimes just us. As my circumstances changed over time, I came and went, but the parties went on. And on. They continue today.

One night in 2007, a fellow we all knew but didn’t know well, Dan Woodrell, called Rick and asked if he could come over and bring some guests with him. As always, Rick said sure. They came in, introduced themselves and settled down to listen as we played and sang. They were Dan and his wife, Katie; Debra Granik; business partner Ann Rosellini; husband Jonathan Scheuer, and cinematographer Michael O’ Donough. They listened, Michael shot some video, and they left.

Two years later, sometime in January, I got a call from Ann.

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May 20, 2011, Day One

Back L to R; Bo Brown, Marideth Sisco, Tedi May, Linda Stoffel. Front, L to R; Dennis Crider, Van Colbert

Wow! For what seemed like so very long, we were going to go on tour one day. Now, very suddenly, it’s that day. Don’t panic, I tell myself. It’s just the weekend thing, a sort-of trial run, up to Columbia, over to Springfield and home. The Blue Note tonight, Randy Bacon Gallery tomorrow and done. For exactly a week. Then it’s Denver, Salt Lake and points west. Of course we’re not ready. We’re as ready as we can get, but not really feeling rock solid. I figure that’ll come somewhere about Portland. Or not. Anyway, ready or not, here we come. See you on the road.

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Heading Into the Wild Blue Yonder, or Geriatrics on Tour

Marideth Sisco, Dennis Crider, Linda Stoffel, Van Colbert, Bo Brown, Tedi May. Photo credit, Dennis Crider.

My apologies for not posting in a while. Sarah and I have been locked away in a dark room (not really, there are windows) working on the evidently endless details of arranging a nationwide tour for six marginally geriatric hillbilly musicians. It’s being really fun. And tedious. And painstaking. And did I say fun? Holy macaroni!! there’s a lot to this business. I’ve spent virtually the entire day today writing the fine print that goes on a CD package and that has to be PERfect before it can be printed. And it’s 10:15 p.m. and I’m not finished. It’s not that many words. But they have to be the right ones.

And Sarah has spent the day arranging lodging, communicating with venues, unpacking merchandise, packing my stuff for the upcoming weekend, making stir-fry and french toast. And that was a light day. We keep threatening to take a day off and do something silly. But we don’t have time to think of what that might be. Drugs and alcohol were considered but discarded, we neither can remember what to do with them.
Oh, wait. I take that back. We shared a bottle of wine with Kathleen last night at dinner. We apparently got home ok because we showed up to work this morning.
I don’t think I’m making it sound harder than it is. It’s not really hard. It’s tedious. It’s confusing at times. We’re not really qualified to do this part of the job, and if we were being practical, we’d fire each other. But then who would do the work?
Anyway, enough whining. We start this weekend on the two-night trial run for the tour, heading first for Columbia, where we’ll try out our show at the Blue Note, a fine venue, from what we understand. From there we head back to Springfield to play at the Randy Bacon Gallery. We hope for good and forgiving crowds. We’ve just finished a stint of studio time and hope to have this new CD meet us somewhere on the tour. Now it’s time to try all these new tunes, and some old ones, in front of an audience and see if they fly. Join us if you’re able. We’ll have fun. And we promise not to put you to work.


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Band Photos

Marideth Sisco, Dennis Crider, Linda Stoffel, Van Colbert, Bo Brown, Tedi May. Photo credit, Dennis Crider.

Back L to R; Bo Brown, Marideth Sisco, Tedi May, Linda Stoffel. Front, L to R; Dennis Crider, Van Colbert. Photo credit, Dennis Crider

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Rehearsal 5-5-11 (via )

Today’s rehearsal is really productive, and we got some great photos thanks to Sarah.

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Flooding Waters

This river is normally a small creek.

Last night coming home from a free Rounders gig at the Senior Center in a blinding rainstorm I came within a hair of being washed away down Howell Creek when I drove into deep water before I knew it. I was a hundred yards from the creek bed on what I thought was a level section of road, but I was disoriented by the rain, the lightning, and the sets of headlights coming toward me. I didn’t realize the creek had come out if its banks, and the headlights were of cars that had turned around and were trying to escape. Still not exactly sure what saved me, except I was lucky to keep the engine running as I fought the current and the wake churned up by the passing cars, the last one of which threw a wave of muddy water over the car’s hood. By then I couldn’t tell where the street was except a little ahead I saw a street sign, and so I kept going until I could turn into the side street. The water was as high but the current less,  and I kept on, with engine coughing and clutch slipping and unidentified debris clunking away at the undercarriage, until I gradually worked my way free. It was another two hours before the water receded on all the roads enough for me to get home in Sarah’s truck. I left my car in town, because there was still water over some roads, and no way to tell which or where. Exciting night, but not one I’ll want to repeat soon. The odd part, if we forget my longtime addiction to adrenaline, is that I wasn’t a bit scared when it was happening. I was too busy telling myself to focus, focus and find the next thing to do. It’s only afterward that I replay that wave coming over the hood and up the windshield, and realize how close I came to deeper waters than I’m ready to try.

Easter blessings, good friends. It’s a new day in this old world. And it’s lovely to be here.

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A Weary Note of Gratitude

Still in recovery from the marathon studio sessions, but likewise overjoyed at the results. Only have the rough mixes so far, but very few warts (most of them mine. What? I’m not perfect? Again?) and I’m currently veering off of persnickety and leaning toward philosophical.

A word to those wishing to record their music using professionals in a professional setting. You can’t do better than Steve Peters for a producer. And if you’re anywhere in the Midwest, Nick Sibley Music is a recording studio unlike any you’ve seen, and Nick is the Prince of Engineers.

Working with the two of them is a pure joy. They’re quick, funny, helpful and they have these amazing ears, that can catch the tiniest mistake and often fix it on the fly. Each is a wizard at ProTools, the bane of most audio pros. The problem? The program will do Anything and Everything — if you can find it and figure out what it’s called. Steve and Nick, however, seem to have tamed the demon.

Another word about the modest Mr. Peters. He has this knack of drawing things out of the musician that not even the musician knows are there. i’d have sworn I couldn’t sing “Pretty Bird,” and was pretty sure I didn’t even like it. But wait till you hear it. Two weeks in the studio, with Steve, Nick, the band, the dinosaur, the swing, the melodeon and an analog reverb plate the size of a mattress, and I have an album with which I could not be more pleased (except for that one note I almost hit). I am blessed beyond measure.

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