<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:34:55.885-07:00</updated><category term='lessons'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='albums'/><title type='text'>The Wooden Rag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-965840017335149642</id><published>2009-04-18T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:30:40.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>Let It Shine on Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's little you have to say about leadbelly since most people know it all, but he lived what he sang, he was the real deal. born 1888, died 1949. got locked up a bunch, escaped a chain gang once, got a pardon from the governor by writing a song to him, went to prison another time for stabbing a guy, he had a crazy life. but he was incredible at playing music, knew the songs and sang em raw, crazy 12 string guitar playing, he did the rhythm and lead at the same time. this here is the third volume of lomax's library of congress recordings of him, called "let it shine on me." it's mainly religious songs, but it's sung by a guy who meant it. the first half has him singin, the second has him singing and playin guitar. it's real intense, there are five other volumes but this should at least get you started some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/Seqy40dYjtI/AAAAAAAAABw/hpt1tWBCIs4/s1600-h/Let+It+Shine+on+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326266198543339218" style="WIDTH: 200px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/965840017335149642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/965840017335149642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-it-shine-on-me.html' title='Let It Shine on Me'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/Seqy40dYjtI/AAAAAAAAABw/hpt1tWBCIs4/s72-c/Let+It+Shine+on+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-2389930159610377606</id><published>2009-04-07T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:48:48.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Midnight Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i give you the words to a great old song called "midnight special."  i knew of it from leadbelly's singin it, pete seeger did too, but mostly people know of it by creedence clearwater revival's playin of it.  incredible song, especially if it's sang by someone who personally knows what the song's sayin.  it's a song about prison, i have no experience with anything they're sayin here but it's an incredible song, and maybe it means a little something more to one of you.  if not, though, sing it and it'll at least mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hear that big bell ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go marchin to the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you get the same damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;knife and fork are on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing in my pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you say somethin bout it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you got trouble with the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let the midnight special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shine a light on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let the midnight special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shine an everloving light on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well jumpin little judy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was a mighty fine girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she brought that jumpin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the whole wide world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she brought it in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just before the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she brought me the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that my wife was dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that started me a grievin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a hollerin and cryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it started me a thinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about my great long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well yonder come my woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell me how do you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can tell her by her apron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the dress she wore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an umbrella on her shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;piece of paper in her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marchin up to the captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sayin "i want my man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you ever get to houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boys, you better act right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you better not squabble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you bettter not fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or the police will arrest you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and they'll bring you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if the jury finds you guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well you're prisonland bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-2389930159610377606?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/2389930159610377606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/04/midnight-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2389930159610377606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2389930159610377606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/04/midnight-special.html' title='Midnight Special'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-5856679205884337124</id><published>2009-02-28T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:28:16.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>The Memphis Jug Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i apologize for the lack of posts recently, but to make up for it i'm givin you somethin real good. it's a self-titled compilation by the memphis jug band. this is the reissue on yazoo, the original had 28 songs and since this one was cut down to 23 songs, the album artwork was altered by blacking in bits of the 8 to make it into a 3. pretty diy and all but it gets the job done. along with the carolina tar heels and the north carolina ramblers, the memphis jug band were one of the great main jug bands of the 20's-30's. along with the "official" instruments they had like guitars and singin voices, they also used jugs for bass, washboards for percussion, and kazoos for lead solo parts. jug bands were big into makeshift instruments, akin to bluegrass bands these days using washtub basses and the washboards and such, but this is nothing like bluegrass...more like the vaudeville music of the old days. basically just their way of playin old band/vaudeville music, and they handmade the gear since they couldn't afford real brass or acoustic instruments. this particular album also has some great artwork by robert crumb, and as such would be too rare to ever find on vinyl. but if you ever do find a copy, enjoy it as much as you can ya lucky bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SaoFHce20XI/AAAAAAAAABo/mNmoSS6Nuzo/s1600-h/the+memphis+jug+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308060736272388466" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SaoFHce20XI/AAAAAAAAABo/mNmoSS6Nuzo/s200/the+memphis+jug+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/hw7bnu"&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/hw7bnu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-5856679205884337124?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/5856679205884337124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/02/memphis-jug-band.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/5856679205884337124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/5856679205884337124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/02/memphis-jug-band.html' title='The Memphis Jug Band'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SaoFHce20XI/AAAAAAAAABo/mNmoSS6Nuzo/s72-c/the+memphis+jug+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-2237211173014738480</id><published>2009-01-17T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:18:10.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Whoopie Ti-Yi-Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's a great old cowboy song for you guys, called "whoopie ti-yi-yo". while i've never been a cowboy, it's still an incredible song you can dig without knowin a lot about the references they're makin. for those of you living out on the plains, though, i'd guess some of these things would still mean somethin to you, but as for me i've never had to tangle with jimson weed or prickly pear. i've heard woody guthrie and peter la farge sing this song, but i'm sure others have too. it's a great american tune, bein a cowboy out west and all of its joys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was out walking one morning for leasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i spied a young cowboy come riding along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;his hat was tipped back and his spurs were a jinglin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as he was ridin a singin this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoopie ti-yi-yo, get along little doggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's your misfortune and none of my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoopie ti-yi-yo, get along little doggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you know that wyoming will be your new home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's early in the springtime we round up the doggies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we brand them ere mark them and bob off their tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;round up the cavie, load up the chuckwagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and throw them doggies out on the trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some boys they goes up the trails for a pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but that's where they got it most awfully wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for they got no idea of the troubles they gives us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as we goes a drivin those doggies along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your mother was raised a way down in texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where the jimson weed and the sand burs grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will fill you up on that prickly pear and choya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and throw you on the trail down to mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-2237211173014738480?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/2237211173014738480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoopie-ti-yi-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2237211173014738480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2237211173014738480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/whoopie-ti-yi-yo.html' title='Whoopie Ti-Yi-Yo'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-3949068519866744379</id><published>2009-01-13T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:22:10.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>Anthology of American Folk Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well some of you might be wanting an anthology here instead of individual albums of these folksingers, so here's the anthology to get. pretty well known, it's harry smith's "anthology of american folk music," volumes 1-3. it's a good place to start if you want a general overview of some of the artists playin around the 30's, divided into 3 volumes, 2 discs each. the first volume's labeled "ballads," which is pretty much the same as the third volume labeled "songs." each are compilations of different songs from solo artists and groups, traditional folk songs played by the classic artists of the heyday, like buell kazee, clarence ashley, the carter family, dock boggs, and so on. the second volume, though, is labeled "social music," and is a bit different than the other two. it's a pack of dances, sing-a-longs, string band tunes, stomps and such. betraying the label at times, though, are some actual songs, ones by the carter family, blind willie johnson, bascam lamar lunsford and others. it's a great compilation, an extensive, yet casual way of listening to a lot of these older artists. a good place to start, once you play it to death you'll be wanting to dive into the individual artists, but until then, it will surely wet your appetites. the file below is all the volumes, six discs altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SW2Tdc0Yr0I/AAAAAAAAABY/3zOyNK_5Ndk/s1600-h/anthologyofamericanfolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291047271391604546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SW2Tdc0Yr0I/AAAAAAAAABY/3zOyNK_5Ndk/s200/anthologyofamericanfolk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/4ajn7k"&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/4ajn7k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-3949068519866744379?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/3949068519866744379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/anthology-of-american-folk-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-2363020156638363596</id><published>2009-01-09T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:50:11.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>Clarence Ashley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's an old one for you. clarence ashley, a guitar and banjo player from the 20's-30's. he lived into the 60's and played with doc watson in the folk revival, but this is a compilation of his older recordings called "greenback dollar. the versions on this comp of the songs "house carpenter" and "coo coo bird" were included on harry smith's "anthology of american folk music." he played old traditionals with some alternate lyrics that made em more graphic than the originals, like a man gettin overtook in jericho for blowin down his girl with a .44 in "little sadie" and john louise kickin, chokin and drownin naomi in "naomi wise." they were some desperate times back then and clarence ashley makes em sound that much more brutal. it's some gritty old folk and one of the classic artists from way back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWeLwbf3p2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/aEcHZ0D7bPQ/s1600-h/clarenceashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289349951501346658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWeLwbf3p2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/aEcHZ0D7bPQ/s200/clarenceashley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/nry49d"&gt;http://www.sendspace.com/file/nry49d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWeLlPub-PI/AAAAAAAAABI/5pZ6fsK_PKA/s1600-h/clarenceashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-2363020156638363596?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/2363020156638363596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/clarence-ashley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2363020156638363596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2363020156638363596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/clarence-ashley.html' title='Clarence Ashley'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWeLwbf3p2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/aEcHZ0D7bPQ/s72-c/clarenceashley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-8666050070253603060</id><published>2009-01-04T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:38:42.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albums'/><title type='text'>Peter La Farge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this post here is incredibly important. in order to right the wrong that has befallen this world, i am posting two albums recorded by the late cowbody indian, peter la farge. as i have found over the recent years, this man has been all but forgotten...pete seeger honored la farge by playing one of his songs on rainbow quest and johnny cash played a few of his songs on his album "bitter tears," but that was the 60's. if la farge hadn't been included briefly in the "no direction home" dylan documentary, i don't know if anyone would still know of him. peter la farge was part of a dying indian tribe, and in the 60's he played native american protest songs and old cowboy songs in greenwich village. he didn't have an amazing voice which is probably why he's been forgotten, but what he said was what mattered. even though the songs seemed humorous, they're really brutal looks at the history of our relations with the native americans. download his music and spread it around if you dig it. it took me a year till i found and downloaded these albums...shops can't order his cds, the only place to get em is off the internet but it's repackaged as a double album and even that's hard to get. the link below is a folder that has both albums in it, "as long as the grass shall grow" and "on the warpath."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWGMdmBALII/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-UHE8xHrdU/s1600-h/lafargegrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287661877558520962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWGMdmBALII/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-UHE8xHrdU/s200/lafargegrass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWGMd6Sbh8I/AAAAAAAAABA/NlvOAwmx8RM/s1600-h/lafargewarpath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287661883000326082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/8666050070253603060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/8666050070253603060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/peter-la-farge.html' title='Peter La Farge'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWGMdmBALII/AAAAAAAAAA4/h-UHE8xHrdU/s72-c/lafargegrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-4143934680683274169</id><published>2009-01-04T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:04:47.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><title type='text'>The Jaw Harp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWFujOwdsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QEkBV2Rio0E/s1600-h/jawharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287628989045518498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWFujOwdsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QEkBV2Rio0E/s200/jawharp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWFuXaDJ2uI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ffwvvQhVkVI/s1600-h/jawharp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for those of you who have an interest in learning to play the jaw harp i'd like to try to teach you. for those of you who don't have an interest in it, i'd suggest you become interested. it's a fun instrument to play, easy enough once you figure out the right way to do it, and it's easy to carry around and whip out when ya need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i'll start by giving you a little picture with numbers on it for easy reference. i started out with a primitive lookin murchunga that i ordered from nepal (the murchunga's the nepalese jaw harp) and it worked out fine, but the big steel ones you get around here end up being easier to use. the thing in the middle is the tongue. the two rods on each side of the tongue are what you put your teeth on, so you'll want to wrap the rods in a little bit of duct tape where your teeth'll touch. you tape them almost completely around but you leave little spaces open on the insides near the tongue. if tape touches the tongue it'll deaden the sound and you won't be able to use it. you'll definitely want to tape the rods, though, because that's steel and you won't want to clamp your teeth down hard onto it without some kind of cushion protection. well, now is the time to play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you hold the harp on the ring with the tongue prong stickin away from you. you put your index finger by the 1, your middle finger by the 2, and your thumb on the 3. your thumb should be firm against the frame but shouldn't touch the toungue, or else it won't be able to move. your fingers don't need a good grip on the frame or anything, but they need to be able to hold it in place and press the rods hard against your teeth. this is the part that confuses people a bit, but i'll try to make sense. if you have a harp in your hand, this'll be a little easier. you basically just bite down on the rods, but not on the outside edges. think of it like this..if your left hand wasn't pressing it against your teeth, the harp would fall down, so you're not clamping onto the top and bottom of the rods. you're biting onto the sides that are slanting towards you. by biting onto these slopes, your teeth are open just enough to let the tongue pass freely between that space between your top and bottom teeth. the rods are held against your two front teeth, with the end of the rods being flush with the outside edge of your right front tooth. and i gotta be clear...it's not your teeth that are holding the jaw harp to your mouth, it's your left hand. you're not even really biting the rods, they're just being pressed against the edges of your teeth. you really gotta press the rods firm against your teeth. when you flick the tongue, the whole harp vibrates. if the rods aren't firm against your teeth, they'll vibrate and rattle against your teeth. if it's firm against your teeth, though, it'll stop the harp from vibrating and the tongue will be the only thing moving. this makes your mouth the resonator, which gives the harp its volume. through all of this, your lips will rest against the rods, and the only open part of your mouth will be the space between the rods and the gap that the tongue prong goes in and out of. you'll find out pretty quick if any part of your lip is too close to the tongue, because the tongue'll swing into it and it'll hurt like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well now the harp should be firm against your teeth and ready to play. you want to be sure that the tongue and prong have nothing in their way when they pass in and out of your mouth. you really can mess up your teeth, but you won't if you make sure that no parts of your teeth are in the way of the tongue when it swings into your mouth. to play the harp, you just flick the prong on the end of the tongue, flicking away from your face with your right hand index finger. the tongue will swing and it'll make a sound, if you inhale or exhale while flicking it, the harp will be louder. to get the signature jaw harp sound, you make different movements with your mouth and your tongue. the harp's sound comes from the shape of your mouth, so if your mouth is bigger, the sound will be lower, if smaller, the sound'll be higher. try mouthing "oooo-eeeee". by mouthing "ooooo", your mouth makes the low sound, and with "eeeeee" you make the high sound. try flicking the tongue of the harp while mouthing that back and forth, like "ooooeeeeeoooooeeeee". there's your lowest note and your highest note, and the harp's range is made up of those two notes and anything in between. to play the jaw harp, you just flick the tongue to a rhythm, and alternate your inhales, exhales and mouth shapes to make different melodies. once you get that down, you can start the next and one of the last techniques, which is to flick the tongue prong both away from you and towards you. you're then able to get twice as many notes from the same amount of effort as for the one. if you flick it back and forth fast enough, you can get a continuous wave of notes, and as far as i know of, that's the best a jaw harp can be played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once you're able to get sound out of the jaw harp, it's a fun little instrument to play. and you don't really have to "practice" the jaw harp or any instrument for that matter to get better, you just have to play it. if you can get a sound from an instrument, you're playing it. you might not be playing it good or how you're supposed to, but keep playin it and it'll keep on gettin better. practice will make you better too, though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-4143934680683274169?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/4143934680683274169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaw-harp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/4143934680683274169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/4143934680683274169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/jaw-harp.html' title='The Jaw Harp'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SWFujOwdsKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QEkBV2Rio0E/s72-c/jawharp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-2182768471644648538</id><published>2009-01-01T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:50:25.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Diamond Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well folks, i'm gonna take care of all the cravings going around for more posts by posting some, and the only things i've got to offer this night are some lyrics.  there will be a more diverse selection of posts later on, what with albums and lessons and thoughts and such, but here it'll be some more lyrics.  a song called "diamond joe" it'll be tonight, a traditional, i know of it from cisco houston's singing but more have sung it. little bit of a warning to workers everywhere...hopefully you wouldn't have to deal with it all your life if you'd get in a situation like that, but if you've got a family or the like it's not too easy to just up an leave, but it'll all even out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a man you hear about most every place you go&lt;br /&gt;his holdings are in texas and his name is diamond joe&lt;br /&gt;he carries all his money in a diamond studded jaw&lt;br /&gt;and he never was much bothered by the process of the law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hired to diamond joe boys, i did offer him my hand&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a string of horses so old they could not stand&lt;br /&gt;i liked to die of hunger, he did mistreat me so&lt;br /&gt;and i never earned a dollar in the pay of diamond joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his bread it was corndodger, his meat i could not chaw&lt;br /&gt;he drove me near distracted with the waggin of his jaw&lt;br /&gt;by the tellin of this story i aim to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that there never was a dodger who lied like diamond joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried three times to quit him boys, but he did argue so&lt;br /&gt;that i'm still punchin cattle in the pay of diamond joe&lt;br /&gt;when i'm called up yonder, and it's my time to go&lt;br /&gt;give my blankets to my buddies, give the fleas to diamond joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-2182768471644648538?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/2182768471644648538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/diamond-joe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2182768471644648538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/2182768471644648538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2009/01/diamond-joe.html' title='Diamond Joe'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-318689929302478398</id><published>2008-12-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:07:48.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Butcher Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i figure i'll start you guys off with the lyrics to an old folk song called "the butcher boy." there are two versions, one with a railroad boy from london town and another with a butcher boy from yonder town, but both are called "the butcher boy." so depending on how ya sing it, you may be singin a song called "the butcher boy" that doesn't talk about one... but it's a tragic story and an intense song. sung by Buell Kazee, the Clancy Brothers later did a version that sounds completley different than his. their version's probably closer to the traditional song from way back, but how you sing it's really all up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she went upstairs to make her bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and not one word to her mother said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her mother she went upstairs too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;said, "daughter dear daughter, what's troublin you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oh mother oh mother, i cannot tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that railroad (butcher) boy that i loved so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he courted me my whole life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now at home will no longer stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is a place in london (younder) town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where my love goes and sits him down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he takes that strange girl on his knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tells to her what he won't tell me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her father he came home from work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;said, "where's my daughter, she seemed so hurt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he went upstairs to give her hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and found her there hanging by a rope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he took his knife and cut her down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and on her chest these words he found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"go and dig my grave both wide and deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;put a marble slab at my head and feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and over my grave put a snow white dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to warn the world that i died of love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-318689929302478398?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/318689929302478398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2008/12/butcher-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/318689929302478398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/318689929302478398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2008/12/butcher-boy.html' title='The Butcher Boy'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zaVqKJ55zsg/SVrulNOFJtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oAgWfn7EcCE/S220/littletree.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222750542284412769.post-1253605256355955510</id><published>2008-12-30T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:22:23.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiden Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the maiden post of the Wooden Rag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6222750542284412769-1253605256355955510?l=thewoodenrag.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/feeds/1253605256355955510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2008/12/maiden-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/1253605256355955510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6222750542284412769/posts/default/1253605256355955510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoodenrag.blogspot.com/2008/12/maiden-post.html' title='Maiden Post'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15931838199619252940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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