PACIFIC
OCEAN BLUEGRASS BAND IS SERIOUS ABOUT BRINGING BLUEGRASS
TO THE NEXT GENERATION!
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FESTIVAL
KIDS
Pacific Ocean Bluegrass
$15.00
... Most all the major traditional bluegrass stylists show
influence on these youngsters, and there’s a bit of jazz/swing
influence too. These songs are played in the voices of the
members of PACIFIC OCEAN BLUEGRASS. They play the tunes, not
just copy them. Even old standards like “Black Mountain Rag”
and “Foggy Mountain Special” sound as if they could have been
written recently rather than decades ago.
There is a spirited and intricate interplay ... burning leads
or understated and beautifully supportive backup lines. It
is all there.
-- Mike Compton www.mikecompton.net
Tracks/Audio
lo-fi: dial-up hi-fi: broadband
1. Fire On the Mountain
2. Down
the Road
3. Cuckoo's Nest
4. Festival
Kid
5. Harvest Time
6. Clinch Mountain Backstep
7. Tonight You Belong to Me
8. Hello City Limits
9. Black Mountain Rag
10. Where My Possessions Be
11. Salty Dog Blues
12. Foggy
Mountain Special
13. Side By Side
14. Flint Hill Special
15. Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?
(Click a song name to hear it in lo-fi MP3. Need
help?.)
LEGACY
Scott Gates $15.00
Don’t let Scott’s recording Legacy at the age of 12 fool you
into thinking this is a CD for kids. Scott wrote arrangements
and some original music for the CD, is featured instrumentally
in every selection and was involved with the mixing and production.
But this is by no means a solo CD. Several outstanding professional
musicians contributed their talents, under Scott’s direction,
to give each selection the sound Scott envisioned.Legacy, includes
a variety of traditional musical styles. It’s a feel-good collection
you’ll want in your car’s CD player.
Lyrics written by Andrew Gates
Music written by Scott Gates
The sun rides high in the western sky, and the shadows
melt away,
Near the canyon home where the Indians roamed in that
far and distant day
Somehow it just seems to me, the wind whispers its
history,
And everything just fits for me, at the Dusty Boots
Corral
Miners searchin' the hills for gold once trod upon
this ground
Where now you stand just close your eyes and listen
to the sound
The coyote howls and the wind blows free, the desert
weaves its mystery
And everything just fits for me at the Dusty Boots
Corral
A homestead here and a cabin there leave their bones
among the land
And now a brand new horse corral sits down upon the
sand
Horses run among the Joshua trees, the sound of life
fills the evenin' breeze
And everything just fits for me, at the Dusty Boots
Corral
KAT and John have built a home,
where the horses run and the coyotes roam
Everything just fits for me at the Dusty Boots Corral
Yeah, everything just fits for me at the Dusty Boots
Corral
Old
Rattler
Traditional
Rattler was a good old dog, blind as he could be
But ev'ry night at suppertime, I believe that dog could
see
Here, Here! Here Rattler, Here.
Call Old Rattler from the barn
Here, Rattler, Here!
Grandma had a yellow hen, she set her eggs you know
Set her on some buzzard eggs, she hatched out one
old crow.
Grandpa had a muley cow, muley when she was born,
Took a jaybird forty years, to fly from horn to horn
Late one night I heard him howl, I thought he'd treed
a coon,
When I went out to see what's up, he was barkin' at
the moon!
Now old Rattler's dead and gone, where all good doggies
go
You keep playin' the dog yourself, you'll be goin'
there too!
Wayfaring Stranger
Traditional
I am a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling through
this world of woe
But there's no sickness, toil, nor danger in that
land to which I go
I'm going home to see my mother I'm going home no
more to roam
I'm just going over Jordon I'm just going over home
I know dark clouds will hover over me, I know my
path is rough and steep
But beautious fields lie out before me, where weary
eyes no longer weep
I'll soon be free from all my trials, this form shall
rest beneath the clay
I'll drop the cross of Christ's denial, and enter
in with Him that day