Vocals
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Tom Ewing
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Come Back, Little Pal *
Old Friend * |
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Between 1986 and 1996, while I was one of Bill Monroe's Blue Grass Boys, I had many great adventures. But few equaled the ones involved with the making of these recordings. Unfortunately, most were released on cassette tapes at a time when the CD was making cassettes obsolete, and I was unable to afford to convert them to the new technology. Now, thanks to Tom Mindte of Patuxent Music, I can share these adventures with you. |
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"Please Come Back, Little Pal" -- originally recorded in 1938 by Roy Hall and his Blue Ridge Entertainers, a popular pre-bluegrass North Carolina band. "My Wish Come True" -- I hummed it for over six months until fellow Blue Grass Boy "Take Me Home" -- a song about Bill Monroe, written in 1987 when it seemed his days were numbered. Naturally, he bounced back. "When the Bees Are in the Hive" -- learned from a 1962 recording by Bill Monroe, who sang the first stanza only. The second stanza heard here comes from the 1904 sheet music. "Won't You Come Home to Me?" -- probably the result of an unconscious calypso influence, instilled by the Kingston Trio and songs like "Jamaica Farewell." "O-hio" -- written in the middle of the night during my first drive home from Nashville to Columbus, Ohio, my hometown. "A Distant Land to Roam" -- originally recorded by the Carter Family in 1929, I heard Carl Story sing it in the 1970s and had to learn it. "Black Jack Davy" -- first heard on a live recording by Bill Monroe, I changed its melody to suit me. "She Looked a Lot Like You" -- a true song (all this stuff really happened), it's the only song I've written that doesn't have a rhyme. "Willie Moore" -- originally recorded in 1927 by Burnett and Rutherford, I learned it from a recording by the Old Reliable String Band. "It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over" -- former Blue Grass Boy Billy Rose composed the melody and recorded it on my answering machine one night while I was on the road. "Lookin' Out a Window" -- written one lonely day in Nashville, looking out a window and realizing I was looking north toward home. Tom Ewing Rosine, Kentucky
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