Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Oct 17, 2016

Poem for Bob Walkenhorst, 2016 updated version

In the year 2002 I went and took a wee short trip Up I-29, to the town of St. Joseph. I discovered there a band that I thought was really good. They called themselves the Elders and buy their CDs I would. The guitarist, named Steve Phillips, well I thought was really great, And I wanted to hear more but 5 more months I couldn't wait. Of his former band I realized I must become a fan. To buy a Rainmakers CD that soon became my plan. So I sent to Steve an email, "Which album should I buy?" "Flirting With the Universe" is what he did reply. But I'd have to mail order, wait 2 months to get it in, So I went to the used CD store and bought the CD Skin. I listened with an open mind to all the songs I heard, Not just to the music, but also to the words. The message was intriguing, the music it was fine, And I listened to it over again many many times. I visited the message board to see just what was there. I saw that Bob was playing live and noted when and where. I thought I check it out and give Bob Walkenhorst a chance. In the back I stood and then I soon began to dance. Bob had a solo album that was new the week before. I looked around to buy it and finally found it by the door. I bought it, and I listened, and with it I did connect. Bob Walkenhorst is someone I both relate to and respect. An Irish pub that's called Molloy's is where Bob weekly played. Jeff Porter and Norm Dahlor are his bandmates on Wednesdays. I soon began to go each week to hear Bob play and sing. To listen and to dance at Bob shows is a wonderful thing. They used to sit and play each show, but then one week they stood. Now standing is the norm, but when they sit, well that's still good.
When Bob would break a guitar string then Jeff would sing John Prine And now Jeff sings his own songs and they really are quite fine And Bob and Jeff with Gary and Pat played monthly weekend shows. I hope it lasts for years and years, but the future no one knows. Then Malloy's Pub closed and it became the recordBar. We met there weekly for 10 years with friends from near and far. The recordBar then lost it's lease and sadly had to close, It had to seek out a new place to host its music shows. The Tour That Goes Nowhere did roam; it moved twice in one year. Mike Kelly's Westsider was home till the recordBar reappeared. We come to the new recordBar to hear them sing their songs. They sing their hearts out for us all; we dance and sing along.
The Rainmakers reformed and now have Jeff on lead guitar,
With Rich and Pat they play and sing for friends both near and far.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I look up to and admire. His music touches my heart; my soul he does inspire. Our Wednesday evening church it is; and where we meet is home. His fans and friends we'll always be, wherever we may roam.

Mar 15, 2011

The Song of a Little Bird

Sing little bird sing,
It makes the world seem better.
Sing your little song
And the world will sing along,
And our troubles go away.

Poem for Bob Walkenhorst

(This poem was written in 2005 and is now out of date in many ways.)

In the year 2002 I went and took a wee short trip
Up I-29, to the town of St. Joseph.
I discovered there a band that I thought was really good.
They called themselves the Elders and buy their CDs I would.

The guitarist, named Steve Phillips, well I thought was really great,
And I wanted to hear more but 5 more months I couldn't wait.
Of his former band I realized I must become a fan.
To buy a Rainmakers CD that soon became my plan.

So I sent to Steve an email, "Which album should I buy?"
"Flirting With the Universe" is what he did reply.
But I'd have to mail order, wait 2 months to get it in,
So I went to the used CD store and bought the CD Skin.

I listened with an open mind to all the songs I heard,
Not just to the music, but also to the words.
The message was intriguing, the music it was fine,
And I listened to it over again many many times.

I visited the message board to see just what was there.
I saw that Bob was playing live and noted when and where.
I thought I check it out and give Bob Walkenhorst a chance.
In the back I stood and then I soon began to dance.

Bob had a solo album that was new the week before.
I looked around to buy it and finally found it by the door.
I bought it, and I listened, and with it I did connect.
Bob Walkenhorst is someone I both relate to and respect.

An Irish pub that's called Molloy's is where Bob weekly plays.
Jeff Porter and Norm Dahlor are his bandmates on Wednesdays.
I soon began to go each week to hear Bob play and sing.
To listen and to dance at Bob shows is a wonderful thing.

They used to sit and play each show, but then one week they stood.
Now standing is the norm, but when they sit, well that's still good.
And Bob and Jeff with Gary and Pat play monthly weekend shows.
I hope it lasts for years and years, but the future no one knows.

Bob Walkenhorst is someone I look up to and admire.
His music touches my heart; my soul he does inspire.
The Tour That Goes Nowhere it is; Molloy's Pub is our home.
His fans and friends we'll always be, wherever we may roam.

The power of music

I want to make love to you
I want to touch you and be touched by you
to kiss
to embrace
to... but no
That's not it.
I want... what?
Something of you,
in me
I want your music
The touch of your music in my soul
a guitar
a voice
a connection from you
out to the world
and reaching into my heart
a human connection through music

Dec 15, 2009

What I Like About You

I love your fingers,
I love your smile,
I love your hair,
And I love your style.
I love to watch you play the bass.
I love the look upon your face.
You shine as bright as the noon-day sun.
Thinking of you is oh so fun.
My love for you I think is true,
And I hope that you will love me too.


(Mostly inspired by Rudy Sarzo, who at the time was the bass player for Whitesnake. Also partly inspired simply by a need to bring the poem to a close.)