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Obituaries
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singer songwriter guitarist lover berg fighter champlin
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Political rock with 70s influences and an angry folk approach.
I've been playing guitar forever, and sometimes seem helplessly lost in the 70's. I am old enough to not understand the music my kid listens too, which is pretty bad because as a kid I couldn't understand why my parents didn't like my music. After several high school band disasters with names like Umm and The Polish Disco and Blues Band I graduated to playing in several college near disasters, including The Weebles (we fell down) and The Necroids (existential punk rock), and The Mods. Most of the gigs I do now are solo in nature, and if I need a band I have a small cadre of musicians I can draw from. My writing tends to lean toward the political, but it is always personal. The best piece of advice I ever got was to write about what you know. I use folk influences and elements of seventies rock. I tend to be blues based when playing electric guitar and more folk based on the acoustic guitar. I am forced to be a multi-instrumentalist when recording, and find I enjoy branching out. I also play Irish Bouzouki, dulcimer, bass, and drums.
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Charts
Peak #199
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
Stephen Berg
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2008 by Stephen Berg
Uploaded
November 26, 2008
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MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 3:05
Story behind the song
I was reading the obituaries in the Bismarck, ND paper and was amazed at the level of detail. When I was in Manitoba last summer at the Walkinshaw B&B I sketched this out and recorded it quickly.
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you read them every day small town lives soon passed away history limited to but a few lines forgotten only after a day devoted mother born in russia came to america in '25 known for her laughter and love of god survived by grandchildren, children, and her husband born on a farm near New Gluckenstall lived in North Dakota his whole life from his father came the farm never married, with his parents he now lies she loved to cook and she loved her church and for many years she was the teacher taught school in town for many years as the town died she moved to other things places, names, and people and things fade slowly to the past little lives still do large things remembered by the land and the prairie sky
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