Photography – Railway Yards

Posted in art, black and white, Jamie McPherson, Photography, rail, railway, sepia, train with tags , , , , , , on February 22, 2014 by Jamie McPherson

Hi all,

Besides making music, one of my passions is photography. It’s not something I get to do that often these days, but when I do it gives me great joy. Not just the taking of the shot, but also in editing it into something that pleases my artistic eye. I normally work in sepia and black and white as I love the use of tone, but I will occasionally throw in an odd colour shot or two if the photo demands it.

This morning I passed the old tower at my local rail yards, and thought that I better grab the camera and finally get that photo of it, instead of thinking “next time” :-)

So, I spent a bit of time snapping shots and then editing them when I got home. I hope you enjoy the results. It should appeal to both photography and train buffs :-)

You can view the full size photo just by clicking on it :-)

(All images Copyright 2014 Jamie McPherson)

Behind the Storm

Behind the Storm

Eureka

Eureka

Rust Never Sleeps

Rust Never Sleeps

Railway Yards

Railway Yards

Winged

Winged

Snails

Snails

Big Red

Big Red

Old Wall

Old Wall

Wagon

Wagon

New Lyrics – Just Another Dead Cowboy Song

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on August 12, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

Hi folks,

Here are the lyrics to my latest song. It is called ‘Just Another Dead Cowboy Song’. It is a title I had been waiting to write a song around for a while, so when the story popped into my head, I raided my little black book of phrases and lyric ideas, and came up with this piece. The story starts with a man dying, then to what brought him there, and then is book-ended where we began. It is about all those dead cowboy songs, blowing on the wind all around the world, and this is one of them.

At the moment there is no music for this one as life is just that little bit mad at the moment, but who knows, hopefully in a few weeks I can start working on the music. I just felt the need to share this story with you, as I do love the imagry of it. I love telling a good story, and couldn’t wait to tell you this one. I hope you enjoy it :-)

 

Just Another Dead Cowboy Song

 

Big noon sun’s a creepin’

To the edge of this hole

Been three days in this canyon

On the edge of my soul

These Badlands will take my life

Because she has the mind

Her hospitality fatal

Her disposition unkind

 

My canteen’s dry and empty

My throat too parched to talk

My horse died five miles back

The rest I had to walk

If I could manage some spit

I’d whistle a dead man’s tune

Just a little ditty

I heard in some saloon

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

My funeral march had started

When I entered Bull’s Head Saloon

Sellin’ whisky and men’s souls

For that there’s plenty of room

Where life and death can be decided

By the cards in your hand

Or whom you choose to smile at

In such a hostile land

 

Now I ain’t never been no saint

But I’m not so rightly bad

I was sorta somewhere between

Except when you got me mad

A man can have a temper

It helps him to be brave

But should he go and loose it

And it’s a short trip to the grave

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

I met a young belle called Bess

Her smile was kinda nice

She kindly bought me a drink

She knew it was my vice

We spent an hour talking

Of life and love and such

I admit my heart was taken

By her gentle touch

 

Bess was a kindly soul

Charity predominated in her life

If I was the settlin’ down type

This girl would make my wife

I would be movin’ on

But my heart for did she claim

And if I should die tomorrow

I would gently breathe her name

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

I sat in on a game

With my Bessie by my side

I felt like a new groom

Showin’ off to all his bride

Three men sat at that table

A captain and his man

But the way he eyed my Bess

I knew he had a plan

 

He dealt the hand accordingly

And I drew aces and eights

It was a Dead Man’s Hand

It was cast upon the Fates

An un-gentlemanly remark

To put me off my game

But the Lady’s honour was mine

So I stood up and took aim

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

He slumped back in is chair

With a look of such surprise

That dumb quizzical face

With no life left in it’s eyes

Three men drew on me

All ready to attack

But I retreated no further

Than the air right at my back

 

Three shots called a crowd

Into the dusty street

My life was now a race

The devil I had to beat

I said good bye to Bess

My future and my life

I was now a wanted man

Running for his life

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

The posse caught up with me

But too late to run me down

I was holed up in Dead Man’s Gorge

Dug deep beneath the ground

Three days slowly dying

And nothing left to drink

My lips too parched to whistle

My eye to dry to wink

 

It’s time to make my peace

As I lay me down to bed

The next time I awake

I will be sure and truly dead

My one and only wish

Is that death don’t come too soon

Just gimme some time and spit

To whistle a dead man’s tune

 

chorus

A man lives like a man

‘Till his bones finds a bed

With just a dead cowboy song

Blowin’ round his head

 

A man dies like a man

There’s no escaping sin

Just another dead cowboy song

Blowin’ on the wind

 

Lyrics written by Jamie Owen McPherson 2nd August, 2013

Copyright © 2013 Jamie McPherson

New Song Lyrics – Moonshine’s a Running

Posted in 12 string guitar, Alternative Country, art, cowboy, folk music, guitar, Jamie McPherson, Music, Newsletter, Songwriting, Uncategorized, whisky on June 10, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

Hi folks,

I’ve just written a brand spanking new song called “Moonshine’s a Running”. Here are the lyrics and below that will be a brief explination of the song -

Moonshine’s a Running

Moonshine’s a running

From the side of the hill

I make my living

From the pot and the still
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Moonshine’s a running

From the side of my hill

I feed my young un’s

From the pot and the still
.

I work all day toiling in the dirt

When the chillun’s cry from hunger, that’s when I hurt
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Moonshine’s a running

Like my Pappy did before

As his Daddy did

When he washed upon this shore
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Moonshine’s a running

It’s an honest man’s trade

The sheriff let’s me know

When it’s time for the raid
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These hills are alive with the smell of mash

And quiet whispers at night and promises of cash
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Moonshine’s a running

On an Appalachian night

I’ll brew my magic

By the harvest moon tonight
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Moonshine’s a running

It’s time to move the shine

The dogs are a sniffin’

I’ve been given the sign
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The sheriff said “I hear ya farmin’ the woods?

There’s new folks in town out lookin’ for your goods”
.

Moonshine’s a running

It’s time to move on

It’s the end of the verse

But not of my song
.

Moonshine’s a running

Little bellies full tonight

But who knows tomorrow

If their belts will be tight
.

It’s a life I never chose to be

But a man does what he does, for his family
.

Moonshine’s a Running

On the side of my hill

I made my living

On the pot and the still
.

Moonshine’s a running

Time to rest my bones

I died a moonshiner

Four miles from my home
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The cold and wet got me in the night

Daddy won’t be home, but everything’s alright
.

Moonshine’s a running

On the side of a hill

They’ll make a new life

From the pot and the still
.

Moonshine’s a running

It’s the way it’s always been

It will always live on

In both kith and kin
.

A hundred fires in the woods tonight

A hundred souls will go on, fight the good fight
.

Written by Jamie McPherson

Sunday 10 June 2013

Words and music © 2013 Copyright Jamie McPherson

The line “moonshine’s a running” came to me while reading a Foxfire article about moonshining in the Appalachian Mountains called “The Fine Art of Moonshining”. It was a great article written in the 60′s of the dying art of Moonshining (the distilling of illegal whisky). One thing that touched me deeply was that it was accepted by all the locals, including the local law enforcement, as for many it was the only way they could feed their families. Life was tough for these folks, and they had to do whatever they could to survive. Their only real concern was the Federal law enforcement agencies, who could spell a lengthy prison sentence for them. But to feed their families, it was worth the risk. So, I hope I was able to catch the spirit of this within the song.

The song was really born out of the chords. I was noodling around with the guitar last weekend and started to play these chords. I recorded them on my mobile so I wouldn’t forget. Then, yesterday I played back the chords and wrote the music structure on a neet little program on my mobile. And this morning I sat down and wrote out the lyrics.

So, I hope you enjoy Moonshine’s a Running. Hopefully soon I’ll have a rough demo up so you can listen to it.

Beannach leibh,

Jamie

Song Lyrics – Just a Simple Cowboy

Posted in 12 string guitar, Alternative Country, Chicken Ranch, cowboy, ghost, guitar, hunter, Jamie McPherson, La Grange, Louisiana, lyrics, Mississippi, Music, New Orleans, Songwriting, vampire with tags , , , , , , , , on March 11, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

Hi folks,

Here are the lyrics to my latest song “Just a Simple Cowboy” that I wrote a couple of weeks ago, that I had the pleasure of giving a Fringe debut. After the lyrics, there is a simple explanation of the song. I hope you enjoy -

Just a Simple Cowboy

 

I was born in Louisiana

In the land of the Choupiqui

The Captain, his wife

And a troubled boy called “me”

 

In the Crescent City

Walks the souls like you and me

Whom death they tried to cheat

But it’s never meant to be

 

The Captain taught me how to kill

A hundred miles from the coast

He was a simple sailor killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

The Captain got too slow one night

And copped one in the neck

So I headed on out West

To get away from all this heck

 

I got me a horse and rope

Joined the cowboys on the range

But peace didn’t last long

Camping out beyond La Grange

 

Injun Joe came back to life

And killed us all, almost

He didn’t figure on a cowboy killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

Seven years on the land

Huntin’ vampires down

Killing thirty out on the trail

And a hundred in your town

 

If my blood looks good to you

And you want to grab a bite

You’ll answer to my Winchester

Cause I have you in my sights

 

If you die and walk the streets again

Then your ass is toast

Cause I’m a simple cowboy killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

I went on to the Chicken Ranch

To get myself a gal

I called in to the lobby and

Down came Miss Bell

 

“I heard of a dark-haired beauty

Her name is Raven Knight”

She came on up to my room

And blew out the light

 

I tore her skirts in two

And tied her to the posts

“I don’t mean no disrespect mam

Are you a vampire or a ghost?”

 

When I draw too slow

They’ll suck my cold blood dry

It’s the fate of the hunter

To wither and to die

 

Point that stake right at my heart

And pound that bad boy down

Say a prayer and bury me deep

Deep beneath the ground

 

I’ll stand in judgement for my crime

Before the Heavenly Host

He’ll ask what deeds shame a man like me

What scares me the most

 

I’ll tell him I’m not perfect

And I’m not a man to boast

I was just a simple cowboy killing

Vampires and ghosts

 

Words and Music © Copyright 2013 Jamie McPherson

Written 26 February 2013

 

This song, of all things, was inspired by a video game on my phone. Welcome to the 21st Century! With my upcoming Fringe show entitled ‘Life, Love and the Death of a Cowboy’, I thought it was time to write another song. One in which the hero dies. I couldn’t think of a better subject than a simple cowboy hunting and killing vampires and ghosts. My cross genre song :-)

A bit like my other songs, geography plays a big role. To me, if you can set a geographical location, the song is half written. It gives a sense of place and time. We are all very visually orientated, so it makes it easier for the listener to picture the song in their head if they can relate to the places it is coming from. And, I also love the journey from one place to another. It sits in well with the characters journey. A journey of place, a journey of life.

The places I used in this song are all real. Louisiana, New Orleans and La Grange. The Crescent City is another nickname for New Orleans. I wanted the story to start down South and move West (“Go West young man!”). The Choupiqui are the Native American tribe of that area. And, being on the Mississippi, I thought his father would have to be a riverboat captain. A simple sailor living a hundred miles from the coast. The Chicken Ranch was an actual brothel just outside of La Grange. And of course there is your town. This is yours and for your imagination only :-)

So, this young man is trained by his father to kill vampires and ghosts, but then his death prompts him to try to escape this violent world. Only to discover that there is an unatural violence everywhere, and only he is equipped to deal with it.

Of course the story ends with the death of the hunter. It’s the old saying of “he who lives by the sword, shall die by the sword”. The reality of a violent world is that the good guy will eventually die. And of course, death is not the final word. One must answer for ones life and actions.

So, I hope you enjoy my lyrics to Just a Simple Cowboy. It was fun playing it live and I look forward to recording it one day when my studio is up and running again. In the meantime, if you want to see the chords for the song, they are on my website at www.jamiemcpherson.com.au

Beannachd leat,

Jamie

Life, Love and the Death of a Cowboy

Posted in 12 string guitar, Adelaide, Adelaide Fringe, Alternative Country, folk music, guitar, harmonica, Jamie McPherson, love, Music, rock, Strathalbyn with tags , , , on February 23, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

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Posted in Uncategorized on January 14, 2013 by Jamie McPherson

Jamie McPherson:

I normally don’t repost other people’s blogs, but this is too important not too!

Originally posted on Tikarmavodicka's Blog:

Hi Everyone,
This weeks blog is…well it’s me. :-) True to form there’s a lovely long impression after the poem. As always it’s optional. What matters is that you get something out of being here.

With that onwards and my best wishes to all for a lovely week ahead.
Tikarma.
xxxx

Ace Of Swords

Part One: Feelings

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Black and still

Consciousness fades with each hour.

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Note books forsaken in their heaps and their mounds

Pens are retracted

Pencils left un-sharpened

As darkness takes hold of the mind

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Eyes scream at the day light

Ears deafened by the softest sound

The body coiled in defensive poses

Vulnerable and sacrified.

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Tears fall

For an end to it all.

The reign of anxiety and fears…

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…Knowing

I am not enough

To make life worth the effort.

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And too many words echo and shout…

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…I think too much

Talk too…

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June Newsletter from The Official Jamie McPherson

Posted in 12 string guitar, Alternative Country, CD, chilli, folk music, Funeral, guitar, lyrics, Meeting Place, New Orleans, Newsletter, Songwriting, Strathalbyn, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on June 11, 2012 by Jamie McPherson

June Newsletter from The Official Jamie McPherson

Welcome to the June edition of www.jamiemcpherson.com.au

NEW BLOG ABOUT JAMIE!

That’s right folks. The laughing bard himself, Mat Drogemuller, in his quest for greater musical enlightenment, has featured yours truely in his blog. Besides being a serious musician, Mat has a brilliant writing style that is both funny, imformative and extremely entertaining. Mat and I conversed over many emails and this ripper of a blog was what came out of it. There were many other things we talked about that didn’t make it to the blog, but I suppose that is just for us to know and you to puzzle about. Maybe one day one of us will publish our other gems of wizdom, but until then, I highly recomend you read not only this part of the blog, but also the other extremely entertaining blogs.

You can read Mat’s blog, The Laughing Bard at http://thelaughingbard.com

NEW SHOW ANNOUNCED!

Who cut the cheese? Well, you can find out in September at The Cheese Factory Studio Gallery.

CHEESE FACTORY SESSIONS

The Cheese Factory Studio Gallery is open on the THIRD SUNDAY of each month offering a delightful afternoon of…

LIVE ENTERTAINMENT, PRODUCE PLATTERS, LOCAL WINES, COFFEE, SWEET TREATS, VISUAL ARTS & CRAFT…

and

Songwriter and balladeer

JAMIE McPHERSON

Jamie’s songs are stories of love, life, death, family and friendship, strange people in stranger lands, observing the world around him and the people who have occupied it. Often his songs incorporate his love of the Australian landscape and his ancestral home of Scotland along with some good old fashioned penned cowboy ballads. His words and melodies are firmly rooted in all these worlds and have a definitive Australian take on folk and alternative country music. And he is never afraid to poke fun at himself or the society we live in.

So, come on down and cut some cheese!

at

The Cheese Factory

Great local food and wine served at 1pm and show starts 2pm. Get ready to taste some of the best South Australian wines and yummy platters and sweetie treats!

CHEESE FACTORY SESSIONS – between 1:00 – 4:00pm The Cheese Factory Sunday, September 16th, 2012 239 Kondoparinga Road Meadows South Australia 5201 Aus (08) 8388 3725  Price: Adults $10 – Children $5

http://www.cheesefactory.com.au/cheese/home.html

What’s been happening?

Well folks, Tikarma and I have been quite busy. It has now been a year since we settled into our new digs in Strath and we are wondering, where has all the time gone?

Besides a few stellar shows, I’ve been busy writing a few new songs. Two which I just love are ‘Love, Served Me Chilli’ and my all time favourite, ‘A Sunny Day in New Orleans’. One is a bit of a ballad and the other is a New Orleans jazz funeral song. I can’t wait to get the studio up and runnig again, as this one will be full of trombones, trumpet and clarinet, and who knows, maybe one day it might be played at my funeral. One day…far…far…away! You can check out the lyrics and the blog for these two songs in the Blog section of www.jamiemcpherson.com.au

Speaking of funerals, I suppose I can not go past the very sad passing of two great musicians who have been a real inspiration to me. Donald “Duck” Dunn and Levon Helm. These two great men have been pivitol in forming my love of music and who have been a great influence on my own music. They are both sorely missed, and our thoughts and prayers go out to their families and loved ones.

The website had had a minor tweak in my bio. Just to bring it more in line with the musical direction I seem to be heading. Nothing major, but if you want to check it out, just go to the Bio section of www.jamiemcpherson.com.au

And, as you know, I have had the great privilage of being featured on Mat Drogemuller’s blog, The Laughing Bard. We had a real blast and a lot of laughs conversing about all things musical, and you can read the results at http://thelaughingbard.com

Also, you will have seen that a new show has been added at The Cheese Factory. This venue just looks brilliant and I have heard by several sources that the food is just to die for! So, I urge everyone to mosey on down and check it out. Preferably for my show, but if you can’t make it, take a drive down there anyway some time to see some amazing artwork! And, they are on the net at http://cheesefactory.com.au

The good news is that CD sales have seen to be suddenly taking off again, with CD’s sold in far away places such as Austria and Germany and picked up by a major distributer in the USA. Also, Myspace plays have gone through the roof along with doing well on the Reverb Nation charts reaching number 3 for South Australia’s folk charts, and not too shabby on the national charts either.

Meeting Place is still for sale at www.jamiemcpherson.com.au as well as all the major international distributers on the net.

Tikarma’s been quite the busy little bee lately! She has finally finished the archive of all her poetry, and it is just brilliant! It has been a real joy to re-read these gems. Truely, a great talent! Now, she is building up a backlog of new poems to be put in the archive. When will she find the time?

She’s also done some wonderful paintings, and the one she is currently working on is a real gem! I can’t wait for this one to be completed! To check out her website, just go to www.tikarmavodicka.com

Also, we now have set up a Ravenwood Studios page on Facebook. This is for all things Tikarma and Jamie. Just head on over to www.facebook.com/Ravenwoodstudios

You might notice that for the next few months, both Tikarma and I will be quite quiet as she will be undergoing two lots of surgery. All will be good, but her health and recovery will be taking top priority for us.

So, that’s what’s been happening in our world. Wishing you a great musical June and in the meantime, feel free to check out all the webpages.

Beannachd leibh,

Jamie

Jamie McPherson Songwriter/balladeer/composer/live performing artist

www.jamiemcpherson.com.au

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