My Baby's Home

Santa Cruz shipped my guitar back to me on Friday, and I've been blissfully playing around with it ever since.

For those of you unaware of this pitiful saga, you can read the whole sad tale here.

Here are some pics I found online of the Santa Cruz repair shop. Below, you'll find some before/after pics. The truth I can finally stand to tell you now is that the main damage was three very large cracks down the back, a crack that ran completely around the seam between back and side for the bottom half of the guitar, and two more small cracks in the front. Later, I would find that almost every interior brace was cracked or popped out by the force of the Highlander's weight.

Stephen Strahm, their repair guru, told me a story about those braces. From what I can gather, Santa Cruz braces their guitars in a sort of "tongue and groove" fashion (my words, not theirs) so that the braces tuck underneath the side somehow (I am sure I am not describing this well...).

Instead of breaking, some of them had apparently popped out. Stephen said that he had never seen this before, and found it so interesting that he showed it to Richard Hoover. And Richard said he had never seen it either. As Stephen was relating this on the phone, he sounded amazed and astounded...like a geneticist discovering some new piece of mutated DNA for the first time. Like I'd somehow advanced the cause of Santa Cruz Guitar science.

(Glad to help?)

Anyway, the main gist I got from that conversation was this: it's something of a miracle the force didn't crush the whole thing.

So, here are the "before/after" pictures. Looking at them here, they don't really do justice to either state. The cracks were more horrible than this looks, and the repairs far more beautiful and seamless than these pics can relate.

The biggest of the three cracks in back was this one. The main work they did was to put an entirely new back on, and the wood matches perfectly. Amazing...

 

Then there's the crack between the back and side. Like I said, it ran around the entire bottom half of the guitar, and up to the soundhole on either side, and was really the thing that make it unplayable, I am sure. Luckily, it mostly ran along the seam, but that's still a HUGE crack to fix. As you can see, again, the work is amazing:

Here's the same crack from at the very bottom of the guitar. As you can see, it didn't just split right along the wood. But they fixed that too:

Isn't that something?

When I wrote that other, self-pitying blog, Butch Morgan left the comment that it would probably sound better when I got it back.

And, I have to say, I think it does. Amazing.

Other pics of me unpacking it Friday. Note the aire of incredulity in what they wrote on the repair tag....

Finally, to give her a nice test, I sat down and recorded this old song of mine yesterday. Just a way for me to hopefully share my joy.

I hope to have some gigs so you can hear her live soon....EF

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Pictures from the Concert for Michael Terry

 Ira Hantz did his usual fantastic job taking pictures from last Friday's Concert for Michael Terry at Uncle Calvin's. Here's a few here:




I told Ira that I was really pleased to have these, as in the past few years most of the pics of me playing live are with the band.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that."

But it's really nice to have these.

You can see all the pics of me by going here. You can see pics of the whole show here, here, here, and here.

As you'll see, some wonderful friends took part in this show to honor the life of a great human being... Julie McClain, Tracie Merchant, Bill Nash, Butch Morgan, Lisa Markley and Bruce Balmer, Bill Ward, Kat Eggleston.

Thanks to Mike Hall for asking me to be a part, and thanks to Michael for being Michael and for the way he continues as an inspiration to us all.

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Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
~ David Wagoner ~

(Place: Mount Sequoyah, Fayetteville, AR)

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Songs for the Day

I've often thought about this song on the 4th of July. I know that several folks have covered this song, but you can't beat Little Steven's original.



Then, there's "America the Beautiful," which is my favorite traditional patriotic song. Here's what I wrote about it two years ago:

"In the summer of 1893, Katharine Lee Bates, a teacher at Wellesley College, set out on an adventure across America. She and other teacher friends were invited to spend the summer teaching at Colorado College in Colorado Springs...the city I'm writing you from tonight.

But before coming here, they stopped in Chicago to see the World's Fair, and took in the best of human ingenuity of the time. Then, they headed south through Kansas' amber waves of grain.

Among other friends, she was accompanied by another woman named Katharine, who many believe may have been her longtime lover.

Bates herself describes one of the events of that summer in Colorado Springs:

"One day some of the other teachers and I decided to go on a trip to 14,000-foot Pikes Peak. We hired a prairie wagon. Near the top we had to leave the wagon and go the rest of the way on mules. I was very tired. But when I saw the view, I felt great joy. All the wonder of America seemed displayed there, with the sea-like expanse."

One story goes that Bates lingered longer on the mountain than her companions and --even there, at that high elevation-- began to write down verses. By the time she left the town later that summer, she had all of the verses of a hymn you have heard countless times.

O beautiful, for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea.

As you might imagine, I am thinking of all of this today, because earlier we took our own sojourn to the top of Pike's Peak.



Dennise says she remembers visiting here at a kid, but she clearly didn't remember the road; which, turns out, is as daunting, or more so, than the Trail Ridge Road. (And I've already written about how *that* went...)

Frankly, I was a bit surprised by the road too. I'd always been told what an easy drive up it is. And, I guess in some sense that's true. But, much of the top third of the drive is gravel (nobody mentioned that to me!) and there are few directional or speed limit signs.

Which, of course, means the speed limit is *slow*.

We made it all the way up, To my mind, this means we have no good reason to avoid the Trail Ridge Road next year.
;)

It *was* amazing.



I totally get that folks have varied relationships with this song. It *is* a hymn, that is sure. It was first published in a Congregationalist newspaper. And the nationalistic tone can sometimes be troubling.

But I sure like it more than "God Bless America."

To me, "America the Beautiful" was redeemed by two events. One was when Ray Charles recorded it, which gave us, by a factor of ten, the best recording of it, ever.

The second event was after September 11th, when along with millions I saw Dan Rather on David Letterman, and both of them teared up a little. But none more than when Rather cited the fourth verse of the hymn:

"O beautiful, for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!"

There was something about the memory of the twin towers, the connection of urban America with rural America, that really spoke to me. For about a year I learned my own little acoustic version of the song and played it at every show.

I still like it far more than "God Bless America." There is something about the driving, bombastic nature of that song that simply doesn't do anything for me.

But "America the Beautiful?"

There's such richness to the imagery...

Amber waves of grain...
Fruited plains...
Purple mountains majesty...
Alabaster cities...

The poetry is lush. And, the truth is, the theology is better too. Check out the chorus of verse two, in case you've never heard it:

"America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw;
Confirm thy soul in self control, thy liberty in law!"

There's something about this song that, while it *is* asking for God's favor on the nation, is not *assuming* we deserve it. It's a song that assumes whether or not we have God's favor depends upon us.

It's a song that's not so much saying that America is "great," but that America is "beautiful." I like to meditate on how being "beautiful" might even be more important than being "great."

Perhaps the beauty comes from the country's incredible nature landscape. Perhaps the beauty also comes through, dare I say, *humility?*

Yes, let's ask God to mend our many flaws. Let's remember our self control. And, above all, on a day when we hear the current Attorney General probably *will* launch an inquiry into torture, lets remember we're a country based on law...and that nobody is above that law. Ever.

In every generation, we have that chance to become beautiful again."
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So, that's what I posted a couple of years ago. And this morning, Andrew McKnight turned me on to this great version by Martin Sexton.



Isn't that fantastic.

Finally, there's my favorite hymn of all time: "This is My Song."

Thanks to Susanne Johnson for posting this incredible version by the Ingigo Girls.



I often play this song as an intro to "The Birches of Moscow" when I play live. In fact, I was thinking of this song, when I wrote "Birches."

To me, it's such a great hymn and great to think about people in every country singing it to each other. The original song did not include the third verse that we find in the UM Hymnal. That was an unfortunate later addition. But there was a third verse that goes like this:

May truth and freedom come to every nation
May peace abound where strife has raged so long;
That each may seek to love and build together,
A world united, righting every wrong.
A world united in its love for freedom,
Proclaiming peace together in one song.

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