Family gatherings, The 3rd floor of the Portland Central Library, Perlene McDougall, Pastor Donald G. McDougall, Pastor Stephen A. McDougall, Jon Patrick Foshee, Rollie Tussing, Gideon Karpovsky, the places, experiences and people i've met while traveling on bikes, trains, buses, cars, planes and foot, Ken O'Malley, Fur Dixon and Steve Werner, the art of Paul Chatem, Triple Chicken Foot, the 78's and the "green record" in Rollie's basement, Walden (Thoreau), the Bible.
-----as well the recordings of these folks - Taraf De Haidouks, Manu Chao, Waaberi, Ashley MacIsaac, Woody Guthrie, Lloyd Stalcup, Citizen Fish, Steve Earle, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Leadbelly, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, Shane MacGowan and many others.
both CD's are also available for download at amazon.com
i tell stories.
also a member of the Glassell Park 3, 48er, R. Tussing's Galvanized Junk Band, and the Stumptown Strugglers. I often play hymns with my mom on Sundays and occasionally strum songs in my brother or sister's living room while my nephews and nieces dance and laugh. sometimes mom picks up the accordion and things really get good.
Ciao,mcdougall Thank you for the add and the friendship. you are very good, I like your stupendous music a lot,and stupendous voice. compliments ..really. you are one of my prefeitis, you are a great really... I feel great admiration for you, talk to you soon, and all of my best wishes to always listen to your good music. all the best.. from italy..and good week end neal
Love the new disc, took me a while to get it into my computer, but since then it's just about the only record that gets play. Hope all is well up in Portland.
Thank you for your friendship! Please keep coming back and checkin out the new material... and don't forget to pick up the new album, "New Dawn" at iTunes, Amazon, and CDBaby!!!
Hai mai camminato sulla spiaggia con una persona al tuo fianco? E' splendido osservare come gli occhi colgono punti diversi tra mille frammenti di conchiglia, mentre ci si china a raccogliere un bastoncino di legno superstite di chissà quale viaggio. Ed è splendido fermarsi ad osservare tra le alghe marce il granchio alzarsi e fuggire poco prima che il passo lo possa cogliere, nell'impronta che dietro sè scompare, come se il ricordo fosse un istante da vivere in fretta nell'incedere scandito dell'onda.
Penso sia così l'amore, qualcosa che si può vivere e che nessuno può spiegare, qualcosa che scompare dietro noi nell'attimo esatto in cui la sentiamo forte, dentro, come un'impronta profonda nella sabbia, così vicini al mare della vita da lasciare che l'onda porti con sè il nostro cammino, affidando per sempre all'universo un momento di divino spendore.
