The Tweedlers started around a campfire 5 years ago. A classical guitarist and progressive rocker took their old wooden instruments to Cedar Island, one of the 1,000 Islands, on the famous St. Lawrence River.
Our old buddy, Alex, caretaker of the island, enjoyed our playing, but wondered if we knew "any Merle Haggard?" Well, since then, we’ve come to love so many great songs of the past, including country classics, bluegrass, old time rock ’n’ roll, and plenty of other stuff.
We now play our favorite old-time music at county fairs, folk and bluegrass festivals, senior centers, coffee houses, cafes, and other places, all across New York State and the whole Northeast.
We’ve got a lot of great fans, and we’ll come around your area again soon!
hey guys glad to see you found a computer! ha ha! I will see you at pathfinder village on Aug. 30th, maybe roy too if he can get night off work, happy traveling be safe, love your cousins roy n michelle condon
So I paid a visit to the Warwick Valley Winery today, partly to sample their black dirt blush and other local wine varieties, but also to deliver a Tweedlers press kit in hopes of getting a gig in the most prestigious winery and cultural hub in the immediate Warwick area. I spoke to one of the wine connoiseurs, and I told him about Russ and Eric and how they have been entertaining across the great State of New York for years. He seemed interested, and began to tell me all about the entertainment they have coming in the next few weeks, including their legendary annual Bob Dylan tribute festival thingy. For a long time we spoke, and finally he told me that he wasn't the person in charge of booking the entertainment. However, he would gladly pass on the goods to the person who was in charge of entertaining the masses. Before leaving, Dara had the good mind to mention that a car stereo might not be able to handle the CD with its sticky covering, as it had given us trouble a few minutes earlier. The bartender took the initiative to put the CD in the stereo that was broadcasting inside the winery. Alas, it worked fine, and the bartender called "The Man" and told him he was listening to a CD from a really great band who would be perfect for their establishment. The other couple inside the wine tasting area showed interest in "Salty Dog" being played in the speakers over their heads. "The Man" seemed interested, but would have to listen some other time.
We left the winery, and as we stepped outside we heard "Foggy Mountain Top" being broadcast loud and clear around the winery grounds. The Man driving the tractor in the distance appeared to be bopping his head along as he tilled the black dirt.
It was nice hanging with you guys last week. Believe it or not, I still have a little bit of that delicious pasta left. Come visit anytime...i'll be in touch...peace
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