Cavemen, rockets, creation myths. [more inside]
Another old fiddle rag interpolated with a new song by Mr. Corwin Bolt. We were all surprised by the ending. I love fiddle rags, and nobody can convince me that they haven't already come back in style. [more inside]
Who Hit John tries our hand at this old standard. [more inside]
Old-time fiddle tune performed by the usual gang at The People's Pint in Greenfield, Massachusetts. [more inside]
A traditional old-timey tune as recorded by my pseudonymous string band, Crookneck John. [more inside]
Dark sounds for an old barn. [more inside]
Ridiculous song that I wrote and sang while I was in my cups. You can (unfortunately) see a video of me singing it with the band here. Oberon is a reference to a local microbrew that is rather popular with a "certain crowd."
I wrote this awhile back. This is the band performing it at our buddy Todd's house (I'm the fiddler player). I was trying to go for something like a ballad, early 19th century U.S. south, maybe. I think it's pretty. He's singin about drownin hi'self, if you were wonderin.