Knee Deep In The Wakarusa River - Chuck Mead
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- Опубликовано: 6 сен 2024
- 2014 ushers in Free State Serenade, the new Chuck Mead & His Grassy Knoll Boys release on Nashville-based Plowboy Records. Produced by long-time ally and friend Joe Pisapia (kd Lang, Ben Folds Five) and featuring featuring BR5-49's Don Herron, OCMS's Critter Fuqua and Chuck's Grassy Knoll Boys Mark Andrew Miller, Martin Lynds and Carco Clave. Free State Serenade is Chuck Mead's strongest effort yet.
"It's been incredibly liberating to do all these things I've never done before. I've already gone from the bars of Lower Broadway in Nashville to the Broadway stage, and the upcoming album is one of the most unique and rewarding projects I've ever been a part of. I'm looking forward to where it all brings me next."
As I grew up living on the Wakarusa River, I can picture everything about this.
love this song and love the old country sound that you dont hear with todays crap chuck is the best frank nyc
Ah the memoriew of home in Wakarusa. Thanks Tom
hey matthew if u like chuck mead you would lovr br549 thats the band chuck was in before he went solo and u are smart country today sucks bro write back
love th I 's song
I like the lamp.
Back when Lawrence's town fathers (women couldn't vote, or even attend-lots of drinking and off color language) gathered to decide what to call the new settlement a majority wanted to call their new home Wakarusa. Charles Robinson, the man Amos Lawrence sent out to represent his interests in the New England Immigrant Aid Society, was doing everything he could to change their minds. Not even free drinks, bribery or threats could convince his neighbors to name their new home Lawrence. That name was a red flag to all the pioneers from Missouri who deeply resented the man who was personally bankrolling poor New Englanders to take up the lands that had always previously gone to the "pioneers" living on the the frontier, in this case western Missourians. What turned the tide was a story one of Robinson's cronies told the crowd. He claimed that an "old Indian" had told him that when his tribe first moved into the area they came to a river that was swollen and dangerous. They sent a "squaw" ahead on horseback. She yelled back something that indicated the depth of the water. It was not ankle deep, and the anatomical reference she supposedly made had nothing to do with her hip, though that was getting closer. That wet genitalia meaning, really just a racial slur story that has been applied to Wichita and other towns with names of Indian origin, won the debate for future governor Robinson's faction. That was definitely not what any of the men voting that day wanted to to call the place where their wives and daughters lived. "Hip" deep would never have turned that tide.
sure Pete would be proud...
Can we stop bagging on contemporary music? Art is different for everyone, not all types of art is for everyone. Respect yourself and be kind to others.