THE WHISTLE OF THE JAY
The gold New England autumn was gone. The wood was in and only a few birds remained
near my home in New Hampshire to cheer the arrival of the sun each morning. One
jaybird, however, never Failed to remind me that there were things to do or places
to go. As if pretending to be some great songbird, he would sit on his tree branch
outside my window and whistle and call until I was forced to throw back the curtain
and look him straight in the eye. I would suddenly realize, however, that I was
now wide awake and being blinded by the sun that he was using to warm himself.
It had been two years since I had recorded an album and so it was that at this
time, just before the snows of winter, I gathered up some musician friends and
we descended upon the home of Sandy and Caroline Paton in the hills of Connecticut
to do this record. For two days we rehearsed, recorded, listened, laughed, recorded
again, listened and smiled. Then there was some chicken and strawberry yogurt
pie and more recording.
A special thanks goes to everyone who sang and played on this album. To Lana Pettey
on bass, to Susan Hansen on five string viola, to Rick Lee who played piano and
banjo, and to my favorite guitar player, Guy Van Duser.
So now it's all over and that jaybird's back calling to me again. I'll finish
these notes now.
I'm on the road tonight.
Piney River Girl
Piney River is a little town nestled down in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
where the redbirds and the whippoorwills can touch you with a song.
A Cowboy's Hard Times
I once saw an old wrangler sitting on a bench outside of a bar in Cut Bank, Montana.
We talked For awhile and, later, I wrote this song for him.
A Place In the Choir
It makes me feel good to sing this one. It's Fun to think of all the different
animals clapping and making music. Listen to a porcupine sometime. This was the
first recording of this song.