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Lonnie Ratliff Country Music Newsletter
September 13th. , 2008
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I have re-run a chapter from my Wordweaver project at the bottom of this NEWSLETTER - Lonnie
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"Spotlight Artist"
" Darrell McCall"
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Darrell McCall
Darrell
McCall (born 1963) is a country singer. Her
honky tonk singing is in the
Bakersfield
sound-style and has been likened by many to that
of Dwight
Yoakam. She has had her songs featured in a major
feature film and has performed with some of the country greats. Building a
dedicated following of fans in the US and Europe, Heather seens to have
succeeded in spite of disdain from Nashville and the major record labels.
"You Will Love Me One Day" features on the film
Transamerica She was born in Riverside, California,
where her parents bred and trained horses for racing. Myles
has released five albums as of May 2007 - including two on HighTone
Records, and two on Rounder. While not a Top-40 country star in the
contemporary Nashville mode, she has had considerable influence on the
larger country-western music sphere due to her stubborn adherence to
traditional country music. Through near-constant touring in the 1990s and
early 2000s, she has built up a small but loyal following that appreciates
her throw-back style and refusal to compromise her vision of what country
music should be. As
with most critically acclaimed country music, Heather Myles' songs are
rarely heard on mainstream country radio. These days, when a magnifying
glass is almost mandatory for anyone trying to find the smallest speck of
country music anywhere on a CD, that ought to account for something.
Fortunately, that problem never arises with Heather's "Sweet Talk and Good
Lies." Her straightforward country roots hit you square between the eyes
from the first to the last track.
Not since the glory days of
country, when Loretta and Tammy could easily be found on the airwaves, has
there been a finer example of a female country singing artist. Heather
twangs, rocks and croons in all the right places. There's no saccharine
sweet, overly glossed sentiments here.
Sweet Talk and Good Lies
follows up Heather's 1998 hardcore country release "Highways and Honky
Tonks." With the refreshing candor of Loretta, the understated class of
Tammy Wynette and the voice of a hillbilly angel, Heather Myles gets
straight to the nuts and bolts of what a good country song should be. Real
life. If you're listening Nashville: demographically speaking, there are
more than a few of the female species that are tired of "perfect love
songs." Penning all but two of thirteen tunes on the album, Heather
repeatedly demonstrates she's in touch with what country music fans have
been longing for.
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Check out my little side business. For you artists that can’t afford the time or money to come to Nashville to record right now or just need a song or two to finish out your CD or to put up on MYSPACE etc! - I have a website of songs I own the Master Recordings on and I can lease you the music track and furnish you with a Mechanical license so you are 100% legal for $250 - The only catch is that you have to be able to sing them in the key they are recorded in so just go to the website below to find out. They are much like the Karaoke tracks you buy except most of them are original songs though not all of them and you will have a Mechanical License giving you the right to use the songs. You can post it on MYSPACE, YouTube, Sing it on American Idol, Put it on your CD to sell or sell downloads of it on the internet. You can pay for these music tracks with your credit card if you prefer. I then mail you a CD with the music track and you just take it into your local recording studio and add your vocals and harmony and you got it. If this sounds like something you may be interested in just go to my website below and see if there is anything you like there that is in your key. I have most of the Lyrics posted. Just “Click” on lyrics to see them. Any questions just E Mail me NashvilleShowcase@comcast.net
Visit my website to see what songs are available
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"When It's Too Country For Everyone Else, It's Just Right For Me"
Erin Hay
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Excerpt from my future book " The Wordweaver "
From The Wordweaver - An early lesson in
loyalty It was 1954, I was six years old and
in the first grade at Sugar Loaf School which was six miles west of
Antlers, Oklahoma, on the Miller Road, literally on the line on the map
between the colors that indicate the Ozarks to the east and the Great
Plains to the west.
We were living out in the country and share
cropping peanuts on Miss Melton’s place. It was in the fall and
everyone was starting to thrash their peanuts. It took a pretty good crew
of people to run a stationary thrasher, and my dad and mom were working on
Terry Don Pfaff’s thrashing crew helping thrash other farmer’s
peanuts and trading out their labor so Terry Don would come thrash our
peanut crop. This barter system was a pretty common practice in Southeast
Oklahoma where no one had any money.
My mom had told me that
day when I came home from school they would probably still be in the peanut
fields but not to worry because they would be home soon, and she would
leave some cookies for me on the table. That all sounded fine to me at the
time, so I didn’t have a worry to my soul that day when I headed off
to school.
Sure enough, when I got home from school there was
no one there, but the cookies were right there on the table like my mom had
promised, so all was well in my six-year-old world.
I remember
that after I ate a couple of the cookies, saving some for later, I made a
point of changing out of my school clothes into my play clothes.
At this time I was feeling pretty grownup, being all alone at the house,
so I found some old leftover cornbread in the kitchen and took it outside,
called the chickens and crumbled it up and spread it on the ground for them
to eat. We didn’t have a pen for our chickens, so they just ran
around the place, always looking for food and we, in turn, were always
running around the place looking for where the chickens hid their nests if
we wanted to have any eggs.
I was pretty much enjoying my
situation of being all alone at the house and feeling much more mature than
my six years due to all the responsibility that had been laid upon my tiny
shoulders. If my Mom and Dad had shown up during this well lit envelope of
time, everything would have been just fine, but sometimes fate can rock the
boat, and fate was arriving quickly with the setting of that Oklahoma sun,
and my little boat was heading directly into the dark storm.
I
remember Mom saying they would be home before dark and since it was not
really dark yet I kept telling myself to not worry; they should be home any
minute.
It was right about this time I started telling myself I
wasn’t scared and that I had nothing to worry about and trying my
best to convince myself that that was true. As the sun dropped lower and it
grew darker this would become a pretty hard sell for my run away
imagination.
I remember that I was as worried about my parents
and thinking that one of them may have gotten hurt. Working around a peanut
thrashing machine was pretty dangerous work, and I was able to create some
pretty gruesome scenarios that would have done the future novels of Stephen
King proud.
Like I said, my first thoughts were for my
parents’ safety, but I didn’t have to dwell on them very long
before I started to think about myself, and the darker it got the more
scared I became.
I knew my parents would be coming home, that
is, if they were ever coming home again, from the west up the dirt road
that ran by our house. They had taken our wagon and team to Terry
Don’s to be used to haul peanuts from the fields to the thrashing
machine and, since we did not have a car, that would be how they got home.
I decided I would walk down the road to the top of the hill in
the direction they would be arriving and I could see way down the road as
soon as I got to the top of the hill about a hundred yards west of our
house.
I called my dog as I set out toward the top of the hill
where I could get a good view down the road and figured I would see our
wagon when I got there. It was a pretty big disappointment as I topped the
hill with no wagon in sight, and there was no doubt now that it was
definitely getting darker by the minute. I stood there at the top of the
hill for as long as I could see anything down the road, then I called my
dog, and one dejected scared little boy turned for home.
Just
when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I heard something rustle in
the woods off to the side of the road and away ran my dog to chase whatever
demon it was out there lurking in the dark. That was the last I would see
of my dog for the night, and it was one sad , lonesome little boy that
walked the last few steps back to the most scary house in Pushmataha
county.
When I walked in the door I realized I was no better in
the house than I was outside, because it was darker in there than it was
outside. We did not have electricity, and I had been warned more than once
not to ever touch the kerosene lamps we used for light. I had enough sense,
even at six years old, to know that trying to light the kerosene lamp was
way too dangerous, and I could end up burning the house down or breaking
the thin glass lamp globes and cutting myself, plus I was not even sure I
knew how to light one, anyway.
Instead of just sitting there in
the dark, I crawled up on my mom and dad’s bed and buried my face in
my mom’s pillow and just started crying and hoping I could go to
sleep and wake up and my mom and dad would be there and my world would be
right again. Unfortunately my story was to get a lot worse before it got
better. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard something
underneath the bed, and, by this time, I was so scared I was way beyond
reason, and I knew it was bound to be a rattlesnake.
I lay
there with my head buried in my mom’s pillow too scared to move but
knowing somehow I had to get off the bed and out of the house before this
imagined rattlesnake bit me. It got quiet underneath the bed and I decided
to make my move. I eased to the foot of the bed and jumped out to the
middle of the floor and headed for the front door. When I got to the front
door I opened it then looked back to see my little kitten coming out from
under the bed where the rattlesnake was. I scooped him up and headed
outside. It would be a couple more days before I even thought of the
possibility that Kitty was probably the “rattlesnake” under
mom’s bed.
It didn’t seem quite as dark now after
my ordeal inside the house, so I hung on tightly to my kitten and heard my
dog barking out in the woods. I was pretty disappointed with the
dog’s loyalty, but I sure was wishing I had just a little bit of his
courage right now.
I headed down toward the barn and crawled up
on the pole fence making sure I didn’t let Kitty get away. Our old
milch cow, Roz, lifted up her head from the empty feed trough like she
thought I would have the answers as to who was gonna feed and milk her.
I felt a little better now sitting here on the fence surrounded by
Roz and Kitty, and, for a while, I just sat there quietly, but that feeling
did not last long. I got to thinking about how hopeless everything was for
me and missing my parents so bad I just couldn’t hold back the tears,
and I just kept petting the little cat and wondering what was gonna happen
to me.
I finally stopped crying and just sat there quietly
watching the world turn black. I am not sure how long I sat on the corral,
probably closer to fifteen minutes than the lifetime it seemed at the time,
but then the silence and darkness was broken by a car headed up to our
house from the East. I remember the last awful thought I would have that
night was that someone was coming to tell me something bad had happened to
my parents.
As the car drew closer I saw that it was Terry
Don’s old Chevrolet and when they stopped and opened the door the
car’s interior light light up the most beautiful sight I had ever
seen in my life. There was my mom getting out of the car and right behind
her was my dad.
I was so relieved I almost started to cry again
and when my mom called out “Lonnie!,” my voice broke when I
hollered back, “I’m down at the corral.”
I
started to put the kitten down ‘cause I knew they would know I had
been scared if they saw me hanging on to it, but then I remembered how I
felt when my dog had deserted me earlier tonight, so I just held on to the
cat and petted it so he would know how much I appreciated his loyalty, and
I was not about to caste him away now that everything was okay.
Mom came down to the corral and climbed up on the fence and sat real
close to me and started to explain how they had had to work much later than
they ever expected, and they had left the team at Terry Don’s and had
him drive them home so they could get back to me as soon as they possibly
could. I told her it was okay . She took out her handkerchief and wiped my
face. She asked me if I had been crying, and I said “A little
bit.” She hugged me a little tighter and said “Me too,”
and we both sat there on the corral and petted the cat
together.
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