Horseshoes and Hand Grenades: WPT 30-Minute Music Hour

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades: WPT 30-Minute Music Hour


(harmonica music) It’s the30-Minute Music Hour.
I’m Andy Moore. From Stevens Point, Wisconsin, Horseshoes and Hand Grenades!
(cheers and applause) (performing “Gator Tracks”) (spirited harmonica and fiddle) * Buy me a barrel of whiskey
Make it sweet as honey * My old darling loves me
coming down the line * * Let down your hair now honey
You don’t need no money * Don your dancing shoes
and tear it up tonight * (cheers and applause) Oh, man! What a pleasure being on
the 30-Minute Music Hour here! (audience cheering) We’ve all been watching this
since we were little tykes, so it’s quite the honor,
for sure! (twanging string) – We should perform
“For a River.”
– Yeah. This tune goes out
to all those folks getting out to enjoy the fall colors
out there on the river. * This tune’s called,
“For A River.” (plucking) (fiddling) * Now she comes on
like a wisp of smoke * Gentle pushing
on a summer’s eve * I’ll never know all of her * For she’s ever changing
as the moments pass * And her kiss is worth
a thousand fiddle tunes * May she roll strong * ‘Til the end of days (harmonica) * Now the twists and bends
of the way she moves * Fall soft
against my open palms * What I love most
is the touch of her * Washing or’ my body
on a restless day * And her kiss is worth
a thousand fiddle tunes * May she roll strong
’til the end of days (energetic harmonica) * * And her eyes reflect
the color of the skies * As her hips silhouetting
in the dying sun * Just water and man
when the morning come * I can hear her voice
rushing by my side * And her kiss is worth
a thousand fiddle tunes * May she roll strong * ‘Til the end of days * – The old gui-tar… * – Whoo! (plucking melody on banjo) – Whoo! * Now I’ll stay by her
’til I take no more * Of her ever running
down that muddy road * And she does smile back at me * For she knows
I’ll never stay away * And her kiss is worth
a thousand fiddle tunes * May she roll strong * ‘Til the end of days * * And the hard times may come * As the high waters roll * And our love travels on * As we dance
this lovely two step * On down
(playing harmonica plaintively) * The state boarder line * And her kiss is worth
a thousand fiddle tunes * May she roll strong * ‘Til the end of days * And her kiss is worth
a thousand fiddle tunes * May she roll strong * ‘Til the end of days
(vocalizing) (cheers and applause) * – I mentioned earlier that
we all grew up getting to catch the30-Minute Music Hour. And it’s ‘cuz we’re all
born and raised here in Sconnie. Yeah!
(audience cheering “Whoo!) Russell comes from
up on the St. Croix. In fact, he was just chasing
muskies for the past– – That I was, there. – For the past week
on the ‘ol fly rod. He landed himself one,
didn’t ‘ya? – Thirdy nine. – Ya, thirdy nine-incher.
(laughing) And Sammy and Dave here, they come from the
Milwaukee, Wisconsin area. I come from right there
in Central Wisconsin, on the ‘Sconnie River. And Mr. Collin Mettelka
back here on the fiddle, he comes from the Motherland,
folks. He comes from Packerville. – Color and all.
– Donnin’ the colors here… (applause)
…with great pride this year! (laughing) Ah, yeah, Colin comes
from Green Bay, everybody. He’s going to sing you a song
right now called “Old Man.” It’s a tune he wrote. * * (performing “Old Man & Me”) * If this life
were just a memory * Of the old man
that one day I’ll be * Could I improvise his symphony * Add a few more crescendos * Tangle your fingers in mine * Hot sex
and ice cold brandywine * This night could transcend
space and time * And time again * Take off
your karma at the door * Strip down ’til there’s
you and nothing more * Scream out
cause we’re young and dumb * And poor…pour another drink (harmonica playing) * If this life
were just a minstrel show * For the old man
right before he goes * To be beneath his last laurel * My epitaph would read * Consider friend as you walk by * As you are now, so once was I * As I am now, you too shall be * Grateful for today * Work hard
and play ’til you can’t breath * You’re love
is all that you can leave * Time lost
is something you should grieve * But not for me (harmonica playing) * * If this life
were just a dying dream * Or a stroke of serendipity * Would it really bother you,
not me * ‘Cause it plays out
all the same * Cast away
from this foreign land * And hold
your sister by the hand * Blood and bones
these we understand * Above it all * So when my time
is running thin * Who knows
what kind of shape I’m in * I hope I have
the strength to grin * As I see you * Tangle your fingers in mine * Hot sex
and ice cold brandywine * This night
could transcend space and time * And time again (cheers and applause) – Man, it feels really nice
playing music in this room. – Yip! – How ’bout some accordion? – Audience: Yeah! * – We been traveling a little
bit outside of Wisconsin. And it’s always fun
busting out the accordion, out and about,
across the country, and giving them a little bit
of the polka history– you grew up in these parts. We’re going to give you guys
a song that Dave wrote, a tune called “Hoot ‘N Howl,”
I do believe. Straight out of Milwaukee. (performing “Hoot ‘N Howl”) (accordion instrumental) * (Cajun Bluegrass music) * * * – It’s hooting power! (cheers and applause) (laughing) – Last one. Is it possible
to have too much fun? – [audience] Yeah!
(laughing) – You guys ready for the
“Rattlin’ Bog” down there? – Yeah, yes.
Yeah. (cheers and applause) A little sing-song, you know?
Don’t ‘ya think? * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog * The bog down in the valley-o * Now rare bog the rattlin’ bog * The bog down in the valley-o * In that bog, there was a tree * A rare tree, a rattlin’ tree * And the tree in the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog * The bog down in the valley-o * Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog * The bog down in the valley-o * On that tree, there was a limb * A rare limb, a rattlin’ limb * And the limb on the tree
‘N the tree in the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * On that limb,
there was a branch
a rare branch
a rattlin’ branch * ‘N the branch on the limb
‘N the limb on the tree
‘N the tree in the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * And on that branch
there was a twig
A rare twig, a rattlin’ twig * Twig on the branch
branch on the limb * And the limb on the tree
tree in the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * On that tree, there was a leaf
A rare leaf, a rattlin’ leaf * Leaf on the twig
twig on the branch
branch on the limb * Limb on the tree
tree in the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * And on that leaf
there was a nest
A rare nest, the rattlin’ nest * Nest on the leaf
leaf on the twig
twig on the branch * the branch on the limb
the limb on the tree
the tree on the bog * ‘N the bog
down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * And in that nest
there was an egg,
a rare egg, a rattlin’ egg * An egg in a nest
nest on a leaf
leaf on a twig, twig on a branch * And the branch on the limb
limb on the tree
the tree on the bog *’N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * And on that egg
there was a bird
a rare bird, a rattlin’ bird * A bird on the egg
an egg in a nest
nest on a leaf
leaf on a twig * ‘N a twig on a branch
branch on the limb
limb on the tree
tree in the bog * the tree on the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
the bog down in the valley-o * Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
the bog down in the valley-o * And on that bird
there was a feather
a rare feather,a rattlin feather * A feather on a bird
bird in the egg
egg in a nest
nest on a leaf * A leaf on a twig
twig on a branch
branch on the limb
limb on the tree * A tree on the bog
‘N the bog down in the valley-o * Bow, Bow the rattlin’ bog
The bog down in the valley-o * Rare bog, the rattlin’ bog
down in the valley-o * On that feather
there was a flea
a rare flea, a rattlin’ flea * A flea on the feather
feather on a bird
bird in a egg * An egg in a nest
nest on a leaf
leaf on a twig
twig on a branch * Branch on the limb
limb on the tree
tree on the bog * And the bog
down in the valley-o * Rare bog
the rattlin’ bog * And the bog down in the * Valley-o
(vocalizing) (cheers and applause) (singing)
* Wisconsin Public Television (laughing)
(singing) * Yeah (cheers and applause) * – We saw a sign backstage. It just said “Wisconsin Waters”
so it seems like… (cheers and applause) * * Running on grounds * We struggled to stay * * Nightfall came quickly * It darkened the lands * No soil for planting * Strong roots need a home * Like what we long for * When we’re all alone * Wisconsin waters * Rain down on me * And wash away last night * And let me be clean * All that I know * The cold rain and snow * It flows across my body * It turns dark as the coal * (harmonica playing plaintively) * * One of these days * We’ll choose to set free * Backs can get broke * But they’ll help you to see * Fall’s short enough * There’s gold deep inside * Keep sitting * And searching * And ‘ya always find the light * Wisconsin waters * Rain down on me * It washed away last night * And let me be clean * It’s all that I know * The cold, rain, and snow * It flows across my body * Turns dark as the coal (soulful harmonica) (solemn fiddle) * Wisconsin waters * Rain down on me * It washed away last night * And let me be clean * It’s all that I know * The cold, rain, and snow * It flows across my body * Turns dark as the coal * * Wisconsin waters * Rain down on me * It washed away last night * And let me be clean * It’s all that I know * The cold, rain, and snow * It flows across my body * Turns dark as the coal * Everything broken * Always turns into gold * (cheers and applause) * (performing “Whiskey Time”) (spirited fiddle)
(cheers and applause) * (fast and complex fiddle) (harmonica) * I like whiskey in the morning
and in the evening * When the sky turns gray * Looking for that bottle
of Old No. 7 clear * It’s the only thing * That drowns those tears * There’s fire
and there’s lightning * I’ve feel taken in * A prisoner to
this dull and aching pain * Like running from your mother * It’s hard to run
from something that you are (fast banjo instrumental) * It’s three in the morning
and I’m feeling blue * And, honey, all I can think * About…is you * And what about
the morning comes * Days break
and bring a better dawn (fiddle crescendo) (harmonica) (lively instrumental) (clawhammer style
banjo pickin’) (fiddle solo) * I’ll drink another * I’ll drink to today * I’ll drink to all the troubles
that I have seen * And for another round * Last bottle in this river town * I like whiskey in the morning
and in the evening * When the sky turns gray * Looking for that bottle
of Old No. 7 clear * It’s the only thing * That drowns those tears (cheers and applause)

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