No one showed up.
(The Three Stages Of Songwriting… )
This is a study of how the germ of an idea for a song can happen years before the actual writing of it.
I wrote this song in 2007 but, the seeds for it were planted back in 1987.
If you’d have told me in the summer of ’87 that the events that were unfolding would come out twenty years later in a “Talking Blues” style song, I’d have thought you were nuts.
It’s funny how it took me two decades to collect all the information that was needed for a 2 and a half minute song…
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One day, during lunch, about a week after our second gig, Keith told me that he was leaving the band.
“Leaving the band? Wha’ d’ya mean yer leaving the band? We’re just getting started!”
“Yeah, I know man, but, I just… I’m not sure if I wanna do this anymore…”
“Seriously? What are you gonna do, man…?”
“I don’t know… finish school…”
“What are you gonna do with your gear…?”
“I don’t know, probably sell it, I guess…”
Live At The Peanut Bar 03.09.2000
Written by Dan Hendrickson aka Henry Rifle
Everyone wants to be there on one of those special nights. More to the point, they want to be able to say they were THERE on one of those nights; one of those nights where the band onstage hits a groove and rides it far past the point even the most die-hard fan could have hoped for. I’m happy to say I was there for one of those nights. The Mike Plume Band was the outfit onstage. It was in an unlikely town (Grand Forks, ND) and stage isn’t quite accurate. Picture the most intimate venue you’ve ever visited, cut it in half and fill it up with 100 people, a bar and peanuts (It was The Peanut Bar in the legendary Westward Ho entertainment complex). Read more
Last Wednesday evening my brother Chris sent me a text message telling me that Stompin’ Tom had passed away at the age of 77.
The first thing I thought was “Well that’s the end of era…”
But I didn’t realize the impact that his death would have on me.
I didn’t realize the void I’d feel.
Last Thursday morning, after taking Ruby to school, I sat down and wrote a song called “So Long Stompin’ Tom”.
I recorded it Thursday afternoon.
While I was recording it, I started to get the feeling the song was special.
Like there was something about it that I couldn’t put my finger on.
It was certainly having an effect on me.
I contacted my buddy Riss Wiebe to see if he could compile some footage of Stompin’ Tom from Youtube and maybe we could do a little tribute video for him.
Thursday evening, Riss sent me the video.
I watched it.
I watched it again.
And then for a third time.
I loved it.
I loved the song.
I loved the video.
But I wasn’t sure I should release it.
I was concerned with how it would come across.
So slept on it.
At 6AM on Friday morning I watched it 3 more times.
I really liked it.
But still I wrestled with what, if anything, I should do with it Read more