Pam Weeks

 

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Written for my friends Andie Locke and PJ Mears for the first waltz at their wedding.

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So Scrod Pudding was on tour in North Carolina, and someone asked, "Where are the bagels?". This is the answer....

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This tune is recorded on my album, The Trestle Bridge. I wrote it soon after moving to Turner, ME. That summer I had time to do a lot of hiking, and one of the nicest local hikes was up a local mountain covered with blueberries. My dog Brandy and I grazed at the top of the mountain, and came back with buckets the next day. The actual mountain shall remain nameless.

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Borestone Mountain is a unique mountain formation near Greenville, Me. Another lovely day hike.

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Another in the series of "Brandy" tunes....Tumbledown Mountain, in western Maine has several really nice trails. One of them has a natural rock formation called "the Chimney". Just as it sounds, it's hollow and you have climb up the inside straight up with only metal rungs embedded in the wall to help you. Brandy the Wonder Dog raced up the rungs and waited for me at the top, tail a-waggin'. I've never had a better hiking partner! At the top of the mountain is another natural wonder - a large pond carved into the exposed bedrock. Brandy loved to swim, (being part Lab) and that was her treat when we reached the summit.

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I wrote this tune during a two-day nor'easter that left about two feet of snow on our hill in Turner. It was composed for Brandy's 14th birthday, for all the joys old dogs dream of when they can no longer run. Each day with her was a gift.

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 Written in memory of Charlotte Stonebraker.

 

The rolls indicated are really just single flicks, not a full turn or roll. When used on a long note the flick goes at the end of the note as a way of passing to the next note. Of course they're optional, but over the years this is how I've come to hear the tune. This tune is recorded on my album, Waiting for the Perseids.

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Written for Kat Logan, friend, artist, musician gifted with a unique ability to see the best potential in a lump of clay, a failed pot, a human being, and any other living being.

This tune is recorded on my album, Waiting for the Perseids, in a medley with Summer on Marshall Pond. Guest musicians and friends Lorraine and Bennett Hammond add their ethereal harp and guitar to the track.

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Written to commemorate the beautifully restored merry-go-round at Glen Echo National Park, in Bethesda, Maryland. 

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The Nezinscot River winds its way through Turner, ME, where I lived for several years. I still teach music lessons there, in the Leavitt Institute Building.

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Recorded on "Waiting for the Perseids", with Greg Anderson on hammered dulcimer.

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Schoolhouse Hill is the name of the hill I lived on for several years in Turner, ME. I had a gorgeous view of the Western Mountains and Mount Washington from my back deck!

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One of my favorite places to write tunes is at my friend and bandmate Greg Anderson's family camp on Sebec Lake in Maine. I wrote this watching the sailboats on a fine summer day.

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In the winter of 1998-9, Maine was blasted with the biggest ice storm in memory. I remember standing in the Arts Center at Hebron Academy (where I worked at the time) watching the huge elm trees just outside the Arts Center gradually lose their limbs to the weight of the ice. Some of the trees (elms and apples) lost on campus were 150 to 200 years old. I was living in a little trailer at the time with electric heat. I had no electricity for over 2 weeks. My landlord did come up with a propane space heater for me. Ever since then I have refused to live anywhere without a wood stove! Anyway, I heard on the radio one day that this kind of ice event in the middle of the winter is called a "silver thaw", thus the name of this jig.

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This is recorded on my album, The Trestle Bridge, on mountain dulcimer.

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Marshall Pond is in Hebron, Maine. One summer many years ago, I lived nearby. It became my private refuge. I went there to swim, to paddle around in a little inflatable raft I had then, and to watch the nesting great blue herons. This waltz is recorded in a medley with Kat's Waltz on my album, Waiting for the Perseids.

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Tim's Cove is the quiet cove of Sebec Lake that my friend Greg's camp is located. I've written many tunes there.

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written for Tom Rowe, deceased January 2004. I never have known a kinder man, and I miss him.

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Tumbledown Mountain, in western Maine, has several great hiking trails. This tune honors one of them. It's recorded on my album, Waiting for the Perseids.

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The title track of my mountain dulcimer album, The Trestle Bridge runs between Lewiston and Auburn (in Maine) over the Androscoggin River. Now a pedestrian bridge, it was originally a railroad bridge also used in the 1800's by the mill workers who walked to work each morning. My band, Scrod Pudding played several years for contradancing on the bridge during the Great Falls Balloon Festival. Our last waltz was timed with the evening balloon launching. A very romantic image of couples waltzing on the bridge with balloons floating all around them was in my memory as I wrote this tune. In the background I can still hear the great "WHOOSH!" of the propane generators pumping hot air into the balloons so they could fly!

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The title track of my album, Waiting for the Perseids, this tune came to me after hearing from Bill Olson about ham radio operators staying up all night during the meteor shower to make brief contact with someone by bouncing radio waves off the meteors. We are all reaching out in the dark...

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Written in honor of Anda Bijhower and the cabin that she loved.

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