Audio Freebie for Christmas…

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….and worth every penny you paid for it. Click here to listen, 2.5 minutes, Hush My Babe.

I was culling out files in dropbox and found a piece we learned from a Doc Watson CD, a Christmas Lullaby. I recorded it sitting here at the computer, a few years back before my hands temporarily ended my self-afflicted musical hobby.

I’m better now, and have even picked up the accordion again after twenty years–but only when Ann is away. I couldn’t play it when Tsuga was around either, because I think the both of them would have preferred bagpipes.

Tsuga freaked at the sound of my voice coming out of the speakers, speaking or singing, so my ideas of re-recording Slow Road Home or recording What We Hold to make audio CDs never got off the ground around here. Hopefully the possibly pending new pup will not have a similar neurosis.


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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Many years ago I had a young dog (who is now gone, from old age) and I recorded my voice calling her, after a pause, on the computer. I’d play it, then during the pause I’d cross to the other side of the room and just stand there. The computer would call her, in my voice, and her confusion was palpable. A twisted little joke, to be sure, but funny, and it never bothered her after that to hear my voice from a recording.

  2. Lovely song, beautiful rendition. I’m glad your hand surgery allows you to resume making music! I hope it allows the guitar more than I hope to hear your accordion. I think I agree with Ann and Tsuga on that instrument.