It will probably take me about a month or better to get this up and posted.
It will probably be a rough cut to start with, but palatable.
It's kind of a long, sad, soulful song..
Crying out.
Slavery
Pain
Losing a child
Death
A famous song.
I've always liked black soul music since I was a kid.
I worked in the fields picking strawberries and beans and cucumbers with the southern blacks from the south, migrant workers, from the time I was was eight and nine years old.
Me and my ma.
Ma and me weren't migrant workers.
We lived there and worked for extra money and school clothes.
We could pick with the best of them.
I could do the same as the adults when I was just a little kid.
I liked the money.
I could beat everybody except one old colored guy and he was there when we got there and still going after we were gone.
Daylight to dusk they said.
He doubled me.
Unbelievable as it seemed.
The extra hours helped a lot though.
I wasn't in no contest.
I was just making money.
I have always been unstoppable.
My hands could go really fast and I could do it forever it seemed like.
I would get tired like everybody else and then rest a bit and go like hell again.
Otherwise you were wasting you time being there.
We ate our lunches right in the rows and had our water with us.
I made $6 a day sometimes.
Sometimes $8 after I got a little bigger.
Beans paid good 2 1/4 cents a pound I think.
A heaped bushel basket weighted 42#
Sometimes 43# and a half
It was always really good to make a dollar for that basket but you had to really heap it to do it.
I could do six and eight of them a day,
Usually about eight hours.
Eight to four.
Sleep like a log and eat like a horse.
Really feeling great and alive.
Kids love life.
I played and swam and fished a lot to and played in the woods.
I had a lot of friends.
Neighbors and kids from school.
We had great times doing a kizillion things like kids do.
I always loved nature and the outdoors.
Indoor stuff was good too.
Dad made $1.32 an hour working at Boeings.
Good money and lots of overtime.
More than you wanted even.
Dad worked at Boeing Aircraft as a riveter building airplanes.
1953
Ma worked migrant worker with her mom and dad since she was a baby in Minnesota.
Her whole family.
Pa was a field boss and grandma and all the kids would work the crops with the Mexican and Black Migrants.
Grandpa too.
That was my grandfather.
Pa
Ma was a "spare",
At two years old she would help roll the beets back into the piles that had run off to the side.
A cute family joke.
She was a "spare",
The youngest at the time.
She couldn't do much at two years old but she loved to help.
Beets and potatoes and onions.
Mostly older black folk at this time in the fields in Washington State that I was referring too earlier.
Auburn and Kent and Sumner and Tacoma, Washington.
From Seattle to Tacoma and beyond.
Green River Valley.
All farms in those days.
A lot of Phillapino as well as White Farmers.
Rich black dirt.
Millions of years in the making.
Virgin soil.
Virgin forests.
Virgin waters.
Uncontaminated air.
Pristine.
American Indian
Ma was born in a covered wagon
1921
About ten miles from here.
My dad was born on The Bunnell Farm.
Six miles from here.
1918
These were the children and grandchildren of slaves.
They would break into song from all over different parts of the fields answering each others callings, from afar.
These blacks.
Bone chilling resonating gospel stuff.
Deep and resonant.
Long lasting.
Howls and moans.
Lost loves and calling for love.
Pain.
Suffering.
Tingling
Wailing.
Crying
Misery
Loving
Sharing
Caring
Make you vibrate with awe and wonder and expectation and anticipation.
Tingle all over.
Goose bumps.
Everywhere
Native American is another music I love.
Pow Wow
Drums
Song
Dance
Gathering
Feast
Beautiful deep bone tingling, resonating.
Spiritual
Soulful
Unique the two of them.
That's where my music roots lie.
Drums
Native and black.
White
I am 100% white.
Sam Cooke
1963
Said to be the first protest song that went national and then global.
Civil rights stuff coming from the oppressed.
Oppressed by the majority.
You and me.
I was eighteen years old and with a wife and baby at this time.
Living in Detroit Lakes, Minnesota
This is where I was born.
1945
The civil rights movement was just coming into being.
Amphetamines.
Marijuana.
Vietnam
Kennedy and King hadn't been killed yet.
Kennedy was shot and killed a few months later.
I expect in about a years time I can start getting pretty good at basic recording and filming and editing.
I got a new/used/refurb Apple 2012 Mac Mini 2.3 Quad i7 16Gig 256 SSD with Intel Pro 4000 1024 Graphics, and Apple Final Cut Pro X and Logic X and Aperture and GarageBand, iMovie and iPhoto, for Software.
Motion and Compressor
Three years of Applecare from Apple.
$1,000
Computer
$750
Software
And..
A Canon XA10 and Canon HF G30 and GoPro 4 Black, for Filming.
$3,500
Shure SM58 And Blue, Microphones
$300
Alvarez Acoustic Guitar
$50
Miscellaneous Photo and Filming and Audio Equipment.
Tripods and cases and Books and Classes, etc etc etc
$1,000
Vehicles
$5,000
Trucks and vans and cars and four wheel drives.
Honda Generators
$3,000
Home and Studio
$15,000
Land
$35,000
That's pretty much everything.
$64,500
My net worth.
Everything.
Boats
$2,000
Trailers
$1,500
Truck
$5,000
Grand Total
$72,500
Other misc
$2,500
New Grand Total
$75,000
That's all of everything but my shorts.
I'm proud as punch.
Couldn't be prouder.
My bills are all paid in full and I don't owe anybody a dime.
Credit Cards included.
I got a couple of thousand cash on hand at the bank.
$500
In my pocket.
I think I'm a rich man.
The people that tried to cheat and destroy me and demonize me, making their rotten evil shit right, didn't get the job done.
They can all go straight to hell.
I never did one of them wrong.
They fucked me.
Big time.
And said it was me.
Greedy, selfish, bastards.
I hope they get what they got coming to them but I know they won't.
They will just move on to their next victim.
Never wrong these supreme people.
Stimulated out of their minds.
Full of hate.
Dumping it on me.
I'm still here and I will be here until I die.
I am a rich man,
I'm warm and fed.
My tanks are full.
I have the winters heat prepaid.
I did all this myself.
Me and my Social Security.
$667
A month
Blue Cross and Medicare Paid.
This is he same basic setup I used when I recorded "The House of the Rising Sun" in 2005
(Posted at the bottom of this page on "Soundclick")
Newer Computer and Software this time around.
More advanced.
It's pretty remarkable what a home studio can do these days.
A wristwatch
The Digital Age
Global communications from anyone, anywhere, anytime
Everyone, everywhere
Everything
From the bottom of the ocean to the moon, and then back again
Mars
The entire worlds knowledge and learning and experiences
Communicated visually and audibly for the whole world to see and hear, first hand and in real time
The entire planet earth
YouTube
They have always said they will add smell and touch to that before they are through.
It would have to be fake but seem real.
I remember when we were kids you could take two vegetable cans and put a small hole in the bottom of each can and with the other end open ended, and then put a button with a string tied to it and then stand ten feet apart and with two people each with a can and the string taunt between them, and talk to each other like on a microphone.
The buttons being the receivers and the taunt string sending and receiving the signals.
The cans containing the sound as you speak into them.
Big stuff!
Before radios and televisions and telephones.
Wireless.
Wifi
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"My life is an open book. I got nothing to hide".
-Tom Bunnell
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