Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The life and times of Woody Guthrie: an American folk music legend



Woody Guthrie's 1942 New Year's Resolutions

Woody Guthrie is not on the YouTube Top 20 
by Mike Marcellino

My night began, interestingly enough with rediscovering the folk music and life of legendary songwriter and traveler Woody Guthrie.  Born in 1912 in a small Oklahoma town, Okemah, which is named after an Kickapoo Indian chief.  In a 1944 interview with the BBC Children's Hour, Woody recalls his childhood in Okemah, Oklahoma where he was born, growing up with "one-third Indians, one-third Negroes and one-third whites." Woody was "washing dishes," he says, aboard a Liberty Ship in the Merchant Marines.  Here's a video of the BBC show where Woody also talks about his traveling cross country during The Depression where he picked up folk songs from those folks and started writing and later recording his own songs.

It began to sink in that Woody Guthrie began the great American folk music revival that continues today, more than 80 years later.  Woody Guthrie would have celebrated his 100th birthday this year, on July 14th. In this live performance for the BBC, Woody sings two traditional folk songs about trains (I love trains and I gather Woody hopped some freights in his time.) He sings "Wasbash Cannonball" and "900 Miles": :


.I've been to Okemah and it hasn't changed much but the newspaper is thriving, contrary to the national demise of news papers.  It's a pretty desolate, country where violent snow and rain storms roll across the plains. Woody, is probably best known for his song "This Land Is My Land"  which he wrote in 1940 partly over his love of the song "America the Beautiful."  In two versus, he writes about the inequality in America among the classes of people.

"As I went walking, I saw a sign there,
And on the sign there, It said "no trespassing." [In another version, the sign reads "Private Property"]
But on the other side, it didn't say nothing!
That side was made for you and me.
In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;
By the relief office, I'd seen my people.
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me?" 

Guthrie also perform at a benefit for migrant farm workers in 1940 put on by the John Steinbeck Committee to Aid Farm Workers. Guthrie had gone to New York City where, according to reports, he was embraced by the leftist folk music community, where he met Pete Seeger and the two became friends.  Woody performed on CBS radio in New York City, but soon he traveled west back to California where he had performed on radio shows.



Woody playin for some folks

None of Woody Guthrie's songs is among the Top 20 YouTube videos (even though it's the 100th Anniversary of his birth and he gave birth to modern American folks music). Well, that's no surprise, even Bob Dylan's top viewed video on YouTube is a far cry from the Top 20 with only 6 million views.  Lady Gaga has 11 songs on the Top 20 with a total of, it's hard to fathom, 1.1 BILLION views.  ("Bad Romance" has 466 million views alone.  My take on "Bad Romance" is "bad song" and band video".  Actually, mysteriously I have somehow lost the ability on YouTube to actually get a list of the Top 20 videos by views.  I just stumbled into it pressing and clicking.  Well, I did see Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" has 38 million views.  Marley, of course, is a legendary reggae folk musician from Jamaica whose music and life was deeply into social causes.  Marley died in 1981 at age 36.


Buffalo Soldier by Bob Marley

"I'm just a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival
Fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for America"

"Buffalo Soldier" written by Bob Marley and Noel G. "King Sport" Williams and recorded in 1983.  To Marley it was a song about the oppression against Africans brought to America as slaves.  The blacks who fought in the U. S. Cavalry in the later 1800s to subdue the Indians were known as Buffalo Soldiers.  Marley likened their "fight" as Buffalo Soldiers as a fight for survival and a symbol of black resistance.

In the late 1940s, Guthrie became ill. His behavior was erratic.  He was first diagnosed with alcoholism and schizophrenia, but in 195s they determined he suffered from the very debilitating Huntington's disease.

In 1961, Bob Dylan traveled to New York City to perform and visit Guthrie, his idol.  Dylan visited Guthrie at Greystone Psychiatric Hospital in Brooklyn and the two hit it off fairly well.  But, on his last visit Guthrie didn't recognize Dylan.   Guthrie was confined in several mental hospitals in New York City until his death in 1967.

You may wonder by now, what does this mean, Mike?

It means that folk musicians like Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan and Bob Marley are more popular than YouTube may tell us.  To my knowledge, there aren't any videos of Guthrie performing, though there are some live recordings.

Still, the times me be changing again, to borrow from Dylan's popular folk song.  I think the millions of people protesting against class inequalities in the United States (Occupy Wall Street) and around the world (the Arab Spring uprisings) may be in tune with Woody Guthrie, the Oklahoma Cowboy, whether they've ever heard of him, read his words or listened to his songs.

Here's a link to listen to more Woody Guthrie songs on Smithsonian Folkways website:

Smithsonian Folkways

(I also highly recommend the collection of Woody Guthrie unheard lyrics that Wilco and Billy Bragg recorded on albums Mermaid Avenue I and II (1998 and 2000):

One of my favorite Guthrie songs, "Pretty Boy Floyd" which was left out of his first and most popular album, "Dustbowl Ballads" recorded in 1940.  Here's some great lines from Woody's song, capturing the Oklahoma band robber and the times:

"If you'll gather 'round me, children, a story I will tell
'Bout Pretty Boy Floyd, an Outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well."

"As through this world you travel, you'll meet some funny men/ Some will rob you with a six-gun, and some with a fountain pen."

Floyd, after outlaw John Dillinger was shot to death by lawmen, was America's Public Enemy No. 1 in 1934.  While Floyd robbed banks, he was never convicted of murder though he was suspected to killing an Akron, Ohio policeman, two bootleggers and an ATF agent.  On the other hand, some view Floyd as a victim of the hard times and an outlaw who stole from the rich and gave to the poor, like Jesse James, America's most famous outlaw who robbed banks and trains, certainly killed some folks but never convicted of murder either.  Have a listen to "Pretty Boy Floyd" written and performed by Woody Guthrie:


To wind up this folk tale, here's a wonderful tribute to Woody Guthrie by Bob Dylan, "Song to Woody" recorded on Dylan's first album in 1962.

So much for that, as apparently Sony records has taken down the YouTube video of Dylan's original version on his first album, "Bob Dylan."

So, someone, maybe the guy that posted the video record in the first place, said he paid for the album and had a right to "broadcast it."  He suggested the millions of Dylan fans boycott Sony.  Not a bad idea.

But, here's an even more interesting version of "Song to Woody" by Dylan, recorded in 1970, after the Beatles broke up, accompanied by George Harrison.  Here's the description by the YouTube poster on January 4, 2012:

"Columbia Studio 3, New York City, 1st May 1970. After The Beatles' break-up, on April 1970, George Harrison went to New York City where he met Bob Dylan at Columbia Studios. With other musicians (Charlie Daniels on bass guitar and backup vocals, Billy Mundi on drums and Bob Johnson on piano) they recorded some songs, many of them written by Dylan. George played guitar and sang backup vocals while Dylan sang lead vocals and played guitar."

Unfortuantely, i seems that Bob Dylan or his armies keep removing any really cool videos of him singing so i will have to find another version of "Song to Woody"!  You would think that if Woody Guthrie was really Dylan's hero he share his tribute to Woody.




Thursday, April 12, 2012

A photo story of the largest march on Washington



1969
story and photos by Mike Marcellino


It was the fall of 1969 and I had a Dodge Coronet 500, light blue, or aqua, and a Hurst five speed and already dropped a clutch.


While the newspaper, The Painesville (Ohio) Telegraph, the oldest newspaper in the Western Reserve, east of Cleveland, didn't assign me, I volunteered to cover the march against the Vietnam War in Washington. D. C. on Saturday, November 15, 1969.  Hey, after all I had volunteered to cover the war itself for the United States Army.  I had only been back from Vietnam for a little more than a year and the first six moths I drove from one corner of the country to the other in my Coronet 500 with an Indian-Chinese girl I had married in Singapore.  The trunk was full.  I had a lot of vinyl. I was trying to unwind and land in some town as a newspaper reporter.  I'll never forget an editor of a California paper telling me he couldn't hire me because I hadn't covered politics.  Yea, I just covered a war.


Now, this being a piece I am blogging, I decided music would be appropriate at this time. So, rather randomly, I'm listening to Cat Stevens' "Wild World (1970)." He's well known for his conversion to Islam to become Yusuf Islam, but the British singer songwriter was born Steven Demetre Georgiou, 21 July 1948. He had a Greek-Cypriot father and a Swedish mother.


So, here's "Wild World" by Yusuf Islam. Cat Stevens is back so to speak and the world goes on.




The tires on my Coronet 500 were bald and we decided to make the trip to D. C. at the last minute to do a photo feature story for the weekend magazine, "Telegraphic."  We (photographer Dennis Gordon and I) ran into a blizzard on the Pennsylvania Turnpike and all I remember is endless seas of fluffy white lit by my headlights and the windshield wipers going back and forth.  This wicked snowstorm reminded me of how the Huey helicopter pilots described night flying on their "Firely" missions to stop the VC from infiltrating troops and supplies into the Saigon, the capital of South Vietnam.  (The last of the U. S. troops pulled out in 1973 and South Vietnam fell to an invasion of the North Vietnamese army two years later.)  


All I could think of was the bald tires and staying on the road winding through the Allegheny Mountains.  We got into D. C. at 4 o'clock in the morning.  I pulled over on the side of the road somewhere.  It was pitch dark and nothing was moving.  We woke up a few hours later to the banging of police billy clubs on fenders of my Coronet 500.  I don't remember where we put the car, just somewhere away from the Capital.  




It was crystal clear but cold, in the 30s, but by the end of he day it was bitter.  The day turned out to be historic in a number of ways.  An estimated 600,000 people marched and filled The Mall between the Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument.  And, other than some teargassing of demonstrators later in the day at DuPont Circle, the day was peaceful.  It was the largest march on Washington in our nation's history.  


Can you imagine waiving the Taliban flag and marching on Washington today? Or, maybe a flag of peace in a neutral color would work.  Those flags of a different color today may be the Arab Spring and Occupy and other such protests around the world. People want their rights and they don't want wars.





I'll never forget at the end of the day, looking at the courtyard in the Department of Justice complex filled with tanks and troops.  I'll let these photos, first published on November 21, 1969 tell the rest of the story.  The image of the Viet Cong flag framing the U. S. Capital building seems to tell the story of our nation's longest war.  



A few weeks before the march on Washington The Beatles released "Come Together."  Well, people did though it took some years but finally they ended the bloody war.


Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare


- The Maha Mantra



Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A lyrical poetry song and mystery of Amelia Earhart's disapearance

A photo of American aviator Amelia Earhart in a biography 
I discovered at the International Women's Air and Space Museum in Cleveland.

Landing gear may be key to mystery of Amelia's disappearance

Investigators think they've uncovered a key clue that will lead them to solve the mystery of what happened to legendary aviator Amelia Earhart, who disappeared on a trans-Pacific flight 75 years ago. 


Ric Gillespie, executive director of The International Group for Historic Aircraft Recovery (TIGHAR), said a new enhanced analysis of a photo taken on the Pacific atoll of Nikumaroro, formerly Gardner Island, three months after Earhart and navigator Fred Noonan disappeared, may show the landing gear of her Lockheed Electra protruding from a reef.

Watch a CNN video report and story from March 20, 2012 on this link:


Aviator and poet Amelia Earhart's Lockheed Electra, the plane she was flying when she was lost in her attempt to be the first pilot to fly around the world

(Note: This article was originally published at the time of the release of the film, "Amelia" in October 2009.  Since then, Mike Marcellino has risen to #31 Top Folk Artists, New York City chart, ReverbNation.)  

You're invited to listen to "Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings" written by Mike Marcellino with Mike on vocal, Tom Mechling on mandolin and David Dowling on guitar. The song was recorded in St. Augustine, Florida.

In the week since the song's release Mike Marcellino has hit No. 133 on Reverbnation's Folk Chart for New York City.

Here's the link to listen -

www.reverbnation.com/mikemarcellino

Here's a clip from the new film, "Amelia" starring Hilary Swank










Mike was inspired to write the song after a visit to the International Women's Air and Space Museum at Burke Lakefront Airport in Cleveland, Ohio.  He admires the courage of the pioneering female aviator.  Ms. Earhart's plane disappeared over the Pacific Ocean as she attempted to by the first woman to fly around the world in 1937.


Clip of Hilary Swank, starring in "Amelia" opening tomorrow

Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings
By Mike Marcellino

Amelia Earhart,
Love your picture
in flight.
love your goggles,
love your lips. 

Love how you circled the world,
single handed.
Amelia
amelia
amelia

Like that leather
air cap.
You’re a goddess, a woman
soft white,
ahead of your time,
such afterglow
night
in shinning armor.

Meet me on a northern coast,
not far from the equator,
above the island
where they made King Kong.

You’re Atlantis, risen
in my South China Sea.
Amelia
amelia
amelia

Oh, your last flight
Oh, your last flight,
what a night

Looking at your picture
in my book,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.

Your lips, painted colors
light, pretty pink.
Those eyes,
imagine,
sigh.
Your nails, natural,
fingertips.
taking you with me.

Amelia
amelia
amelia,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.

Your words,

Courage

Courage is the price that Life extracts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release.
From little things.
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
Not mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.

How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair. - Amelia Earhart, 1927

You made the crossing
not alone.
Meet you over the Atlantic.
Amelia
amelia
amelia,
Soft silver,
soft silver wings.

Copyright 2009 by Mike Marcellino, “Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings”

Friday, March 9, 2012

Scottish Pipes and the Hurdy Gurdy Man


Mike Marcelino records 'Scottish Pipes' 

Our band finished recording and mixing our latest lyrical poetry song, "Scottish Pipes" and released it today,  Tuesday, March 6, 2012.  


The music composed by Tomas Texino features the African "Talking Drum" and flute with a bagpipe finale, not to be missed.

The song was more than two decades in the making.  Mike Marcellino wrote a poem, "Scottish Pipes" in 1989.  Working with Texino this year, Mike reworked the poem, added some history and turned it into a song.

To listen to "Scottish Pipes" and other of the band's lyrical poetry songs, use the music player at the top of this blog, or you may use link to Mike Marcellino's musician/band page on Facebook.  There you may share "Scottish Pipes" and like our band page to help us grow!


Mike Marcellino's Band Page on Facebook

Edinburgh Castle is the oldest in Scotland dating back to the 12th Century.  The photo from Wikipedia is of the Sir William Wallace window in St. Margaret's Chapel, the oldest surviving structure.    Wallace was a knight and one of the leaders of the fight for Scottish Independence as depicted in the film, "Braveheart," winner of five Academy Awards in 1995 including Best Picture. (Photos from Wikipedia). 

This fall, Mike hopes to perform his lyrical poetry songs in Scotland, hopefully including a show in Edinburgh, outside the castle maybe.  The band is planning a performance tour of Europe to discover
American fol music roots there and so Mike can discover his own Scotch-Irish, French-German, English roots.  Stay tuned, we'll keep you posted.







Donovan inspires "Scottish Pipes"

Donovan sings "Hurdy Gurdy Man" live in Paris in 1970

Lost verse of Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man" written by George Harrison -
When the truth gets buried deep
Beneath the thousand years of sleep
Time demands a turn-around
And once again the truth is found
Awakening the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Who comes singing songs of love.
  
Not sure how I happened to listen to the music of Donovan, a Scottish singer songwriter and friend of The Beatles, but in 1964 he recorded "Catch the Wind." I listened to it a lot as that was about what I was trying to do.  At the end of 1965, I enlisted in the U. S. Army rather than be drafted as the Vietnam War was going on.  I ended up in Vietnam anyway and in early 1968 I listened to Hurdy Gurdy Man in my "hootch" as the war went out outside.  While they say Donovan mimicked Bob Dylan, I never thought so, but both drew there influences from Woody Guthrie and Ramblin Jack Elliot.  
In 2012, Donovan will be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame; a rather overdue induction.  Both "Hurdy Gurdy Man" and "Catch the Wind" rose high on the charts in the U. S. and the British Isles.  
It just so happens I am working on a new lyrical poetry song recording of a poem I wrote in the middle of the night back in 1989 as I searched for my Scottish roots, awake from flashbacks from the war.

Scottish Pipes
by Mike Marcellino

Scottish pipes
wail away.
Scottish pipes
wail away
in a room with yellow walls.
Outside
stacks of painted chimneys.
Inside
a tv antenna
pointed southeast.
Gray silver white clouds
rolling in
from the north
over water
dotted with soft blue holes,
patchwork.

A painter’s eyes,
tar rectangles, angles
blasting light
from copper metal
on the second level.
Blasting light
on pale
yellow painted walls.

Scottish pipes
wail away.
Scottish pipes
wail away
in a room with yellow walls.

Dreaming of the hurdy gurdy man,
the tribes of Galway
from across the Irish sea
playing strings of love
in St. Margaret's Chapel
from the 12th Century.

Third floor
rooftop melodies.
Scottish pipes
wail away.
Scottish pipes
wail away
in a room with yellow walls.
Listen to the radio.
Listen to the radio -
Loretta Lynn
part Scotch-Irish
part Cherokee.
Sleet storms.

Copyright Mike Marcellino, 2012 (originally written October 7, 1989)

The Hurdy Gurdy
The hurdy-gurdy is the first stringed instrument to which the keyboard principle was applied. The French name, Viella a Roue (wheel fiddle), describes the method by which sound is produced. The bowing action of the fiddle is replaced by a wheel cranked by a handle. The outer rim of the wooden wheel is coated with resin. When the crank is spun, the wheel turns and the gut strings vibrate.










Just as the bag of the bagpipe acts as a reservoir of air for continuous sound, so too the wheel makes possible continuous sound by avoiding changes of bowing. Both bagpipe and hurdy-gurdy use drones, provided in the former by reed pipes, and in the latter by strings which sound fixed pitches. Other strings tuned in unison provide notes of the scale. Tangents activated by keys press these strings at the appropriate points to produce different pitches.



There is evidence of the hurdy-gurdy in Europe in the twelfth century. By the end of this century, the instruments was highly regarded. Before 1300 the instrument was often long enough to require two performers, one to crank, and one to push the keys. Single player instruments developed in the thirteenth century when the hurdy-gurdy became the ideal instrument for dance music. 
Musica Antiqua's hurdy-gurdy, really a four string symphonie or organistrum by Ellis, is based on a late fourteenth century Florentine marble fingure in the Vienna Leichtenstein Gallery. It has two unison chanterelles, two drones, and an interior pegbox. It is oblong in shape and has tuneable tangents and a range of two diatonic octaves with drones on g and d1. The gut strings are difficult to keep in tune when there are changes in temperature or humidity. Notice the cotton wrapped around the strings to keep the circular bow from wearing through the strings.

















 

wheel and tangents 



Hurdy Gurdy Man
by Donovan

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility.
'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Histories of ages past
Unenlightened shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity.
'Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang.
Here comes the roly poly man and he's singing songs of love,
Roly poly, roly poly, roly poly, poly he sang.
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang,
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, gurdy he sang 

Hurdy gurdy:  Beowulf to New York City subways

In this YouTube video, a folk music artist plays the hurdy gurdy in an excerpt from the 8th Century epic tale Beowulf.  



Beowulf on the hurdy gurdy

In contrast, in this YouTube video, Melissa Kacalanos brings the hurdy gurdy's mixture of medieval and Middle East sounds into the subways of New York City at Canal Street in 2006.



Hurdy gurdy played in the subways of New York

Friday, February 10, 2012

"Into the nowhere zone" a new lyrical poetry song

Into the nowhere zone
The Wedge at Newport Beach, one of the world's most treacherous body surfing spots.  Photo by Oceanlight.com The Wedge Newport Beach Natural History Photography Blog


To listen to "Into the nowhere zone" click on the link to our music site on ReverbNation, or use the music player at the top of this blog: 



Into the nowhere zone 

by Mike Marcellino

On the shore
brazen
the raven,
or is it a crow?

A blackbird's
tell tale colors,
purples and blues;
gives away a Starling's
stutter step
pecking
at crumbs.
He walks the old splintered planks
floor of the beachcomber,
dating back to seventy-five.

In the air
above the sea
propelled
by a crashing wave
perhaps three feet;
nothing like
being in the air
above the sea.

Absent time
absent thoughts
no worry, but the surf -
nirvana after all
in the liquid glass
rainbows over your left shoulder.

Hurricane curls, like dancing girls -
first Irene, then Katia
swells capped off by a wild northeaster
clocking winds over 50 miles per hour
creating havoc on the beach.
Riding faces five or six feet high
wipe outs turn you into a pretzel,
no fear, you can only die.

Atop a cliff of white foam
aqua below, daring
you to take off
flirt with the unknown
deep down;
in that instant
you go
falling into the nowhere zone

Copyright by Mike Marcellino, 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The ups and downs of making music

St. Augustine Beach rainbow 
(photo by Mike Marcellino, copyright 2011
Chasing a musical rainbow

I doubt there's anything a person can do that has more ups and downs than making music, that is, creating, recording and performing music.  In our case, it's lyrical poetry music, avant-garde stuff that very few people are doing.  Our listeners often say our music is "unique."  Our music is a fusion of poetry, or lyrical songs and stories, set to music, both played by musicians and composed using computer software.  Depending on the subject or story of the lyrics, the accompanying music may have elements of folk, jazz, punk, hip hop, blues, country or even surf, as in "Bondi beach".  I suppose you could say "Flatbush" is even psychedelic. 

In November, we recorded and released our 8th song, "Taipei subway." 
On New Year's Day we popped up to #42 among the Hot Folk Artists in the world on ReverbNation's charts.  ReverbNation, a leading website for musical artists, has more than 1.5 million artists.  Monday we peaked at #26.  We reached our all-time high of #17 in April. The next two days we were nearly off the chart, only to reach #95 today.  We're #30 on the Top Folk Artists' New York City chart, after peaking at #22 in August after releasing our 7th song, "West of the Pecos".  
I often wonder why I continue to make music, though I do enjoy it.  We haven't tried to sell any tracks yet, other than a self-produced sample CD, "Notebook Writer" for show we did in New York City in the fall of 2010.  We expect to start selling digital tracks and album this month.
But, then, we receive comments like this one from Agata Zak, an actor from New York City -

"Keep up the beautiful work. You are an inspiration to many."

Or, one from Mas Las, a journalist from Algeria - 
"'West of the Pecos' is a masterpiece, the voice, poetry, rhythm and the music." 
And, going back to December 2009 when we first began making lyrical poetry music, from Paul Donohoe, a writer in Australia -
"This (The Walls of Fire) lovely and haunting piece of poetry should be a world wide sensation."

Then I wonder, gee, are they kidding, is this for real?  While people are listening from all over the United States and the world the numbers aren't large - in the thousands, but not yet tens of thousands.

For the record here are our recorded songs so far:

Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings 9-23-2009
been down ta Las Cruces 10-22-2009
Flatbush 11-3-2009
The Walls of Fire 11-11-2009
Bondi beach 11-20-2009
Alphabet cofeehouse 3-13-2010
West of the Pecos 6-7-2011
Taipei subway 11-6-2011
Tomas Texino composed the music on all songs except Flatbush, composed by Randall Leddy who also played  bass.  David Dowling played bass on Amelia.  All songs were recorded in St. Augustine, Florida, except for Flatbush, recorded in Brooklyn, NY.
In any event, thanks to our listeners for joining us on a wild, poetic music ride.
Listen and share our music with your friends (free to stream online).  Like our Facebook Musician/Band.  page.  Help us introduce our music to more people our band to grow.


Here's the link to our ReverbNation music page.  It's free to register and listen and there's a lot of great music on the site.  You can be a fan of our band if you like, and even join the street team, which will be getting some stuff to do this year!

Take care, and we love to hear from you, so drop us a note!

Mike and the band

Friday, December 16, 2011

Memoirs in music: lyrical poetry of Mike Marcellino

 Amelia Earhart
 Memoirs in music
The lyrical poetry of Mike Marcellino:    "Amelia" (September 2009)

To mark our recording eight lyrical poetry songs during the past two years, I am reviewing the recordings for those who may have missed the initial releases of the songs or my want to revisit them, read the lyrics or learn the backstory of the songs.

It's finally dawned on me that what I'm doing with the help of some very talented musician friends is to put my memoirs to music.  I've scratched my head over trying to put our music in a genre, but I can only say they are lyrical poetry songs.  

In September 2009 I finally fled the lake effect snows fed by arctic winds across Lake Erie east of Cleveland, Ohio to rediscover my first love - the ocean and surfing in St. Augustine Beach, Florida.  Except for music trips to New York City, I'm rediscovering a lifelong passion of being a surfer.   

I got the inspiration to write "Amelia" after visiting the International Air and Space Museum in Cleveland.  The photo of Amelia (shown above) was in a biography at the museum.  She looked like and had the courage of an angel.  As I rode my bike along the shores of Lake Erie and through the Cultural Gardens, I kept stopping to add another verse.  We recorded the song in the home studio of musician and singer songwriter David Dowling in St. Augustine.  Tomas Texino composed the music for "Amelia"and all my songs, except for "Flatbush,"  recorded a month later in New York City with Randall Leddy composing the music.

"Amelia," the first of eight lyrical poetry song recordings was released for streaming only on September 23, 2009.  We have not yet released our recorded songs commercially in digital or CD form.  "Amelia" ranks 6th in popularity among our eight recordings as tracked on our music site on ReverbNation.  

You may listen to "Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings" on the music player at the top of this blog.

There's lots of information about our band and music on the site, just click on the link below.  We've love to hear from you and what you think of our avant-garde lyrical poetry music.


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Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings
By Mike Marcellino

Amelia Earhart,
Love your picture
in flight.
love your goggles,
love your lips. 

Love how you circled the world,
single handed.
Amelia
amelia
amelia

Like that leather
air cap.
You’re a goddess, a woman
soft white,
ahead of your time,
such afterglow
night
in shinning armor.

Meet me on a northern coast,
not far from the equator,
above the island
where they made King Kong.

You’re Atlantis, risen
in my South China Sea.
Amelia
amelia
amelia

Oh, your last flight
Oh, your last flight,
what a night

Looking at your picture
in my book,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.

Your lips, painted colors
light, pretty pink.
Those eyes,
imagine,
sigh.
Your nails, natural,
fingertips.
taking you with me.

Amelia
amelia
amelia,
soft silver
soft silver
wings.

Your words,

Courage

Courage is the price that Life extracts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release.
From little things.
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear.
Not mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.

How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair. - Amelia Earhart, 1927

You made the crossing
not alone.
Meet you over the Atlantic.
Amelia
amelia
amelia,
Soft silver,
soft silver wings.

Copyright 2009 by Mike Marcellino, “Amelia Earhart, soft silver wings”

Thursday, December 1, 2011

A sense of all, a poem (revised)

Vietnam Memorial, Washington D. C., 2010 Photo by Mike Marcellino A sense of all by Mike Marcellino Fragments, parts bits and pieces ...

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Wall in Washington: "A Sense of all"

Vietnam Memorial, Washington D. C., 2010 Photo by Mike Marcellino

A sense of all
by Mike Marcellino

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of you and me
shells on the beach,
pine cones at Yellowstone.

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
memories of songs we loved
revolutions survived.

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
now worn down,
most look like India, Africa
So where is Gandhi
and King?
We still need them.

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
pastels, holes, linear cracks 
in our unfinished business -
making life just,
not for a few.

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of forts
ancient hideouts.
Where are you now
that we need you?

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces
of souls lost;
so, what does it take
to put us
back together?

Fragments, parts
bits and pieces;
we'll be okay, complete
as long as we
don't lose a sense of all.

Copyright Mike Marcellino 2011