hey everybody!
guess what? we're taking a hiatus from our hiatus! Here's to the Long Haul officially has a show booked and we're working on a handful of others.
We're going to be playing at the Little Grill in Harrisonburg, Va on Friday December 11th. Nothing else is set yet but we're also working on DC, Baltimore, a Mountain Justice benefit in Richmond and perhaps another stop or two in central Virginia. Some of the shows ight just be Joe and Willie but some of them (and hopefully all of them) will have Ezra playing the bass with us.
we're also looking into doing a couple weeks in February. We hope to include some of our favorite towns in our Appalachia and near Appalachia circuit so stay tuned and if you want to book us contact herestothelonghaul@gmail.com
wellness and solidarity,
Here's to the Long Haul
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Playing both contemporary and traditional mountain music, Here's to the Long Haul is born of the historic and ongoing movements for justice in Appalachia and beyond. Willie Dodson and Joe Overton first met and played music in Southern West Virginia in 2006 at the second annual Mountain Justice Training Camp, a gathering of folks working together to fight mountaintop removal coal mining (www.mountainjusticesummer.org). The two developed the idea of an Appalachian string band that would celebrate the culture and life of the mountains by playing traditional music and original songs that tell stories of grassroots movements and everyday people in the mountains and far beyond.
We are yet another offshoot of the deep and wandering roots of Appalachian music, fed by the waters of modern grassroots resistance to that which is wrong and the creation of that which is good in our mountains. You all are that water. May we all keep each other strong, singing, and moving forever forward.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
I Heard That Your Band is Getting Back Together and Kyle and Joe Are Barefoot and Crazy and Are you going to do Some Fill In's for Andrew over the Holidays.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
It was nice meeting you in Boston a little while ago. I have enjoyed the disc you traded me. If you ever come to Kanada, let us know and we can help you with some contacts.
Here some of the Subversive Spoken Word & Beatboxing that we do, if you wanna hear it...
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Hey Willie, Andrew Needs Some Help During The Summer and Tim Said That You Can't go on Tour Without Gas so Get a Job. and I Also Saw You Driving a Brown Station Wagon with TN, Tag On it
Thanks for the add. Love your music, especially the old fashioned banjo tunes. Hope you enjoy the music of The Bulgur Mountain Band. Love to hear what you think!
Hey Willie, Are You Going To That PUNK House Again and This Time Please Tell Kyle and Joe To Keep There Shoes on and Tell The People at The PUNK House To Turn That US Flag Right Side Up. Jimmy
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Thanks 4 adding WS 2 your list of friends.
