For us music geeks the sad news this weekend that Peter Green had passed away came as a real blow. May folks may not know who he was, so here’s a quick recap. He was the guy that replaced Eric Clapton in John Mayall & the Bluesbreakers. Still not ringing a bell? He was a founding member of Fleetwood Mac. Surely, you’ve heard of that band!
Of course, the version of Fleetwood mac you probably recognize is not the original group. Seems that back in 1966 (I won’t mention who young I was) Peter left the Bluesbreakers taking drummer Mick Fleetwood and bassist John McVie, who had only been with the Bluesbreakers for a few weeks to start Fleetwood Mac as a blues band. Fleetwood Mac didn’t really become the commercial juggernaut of rock/pop fame until Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham came along a bit later.
Green was a major figure in the “second great epoch” of the British blues movement. B.B. King commented, “He has the sweetest tone I ever heard; he was the only one who gave me the cold sweats.” Eric Clapton praised his guitar playing; he was interested in expressing emotion in his songs, rather than showing off how fast he could play and used string bending, vibrato, and economy of style.
Rolling Stone ranked Green at number 58 in its list of the “100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time”. His tone on the instrumental “The Super-Natural” was rated as one of the 50 greatest of all time by Guitar Player. In June 1996, Green was voted the third-best guitarist of all time in Mojo magazine.
Peter was featured on the Bluesbreakers album A Hard Road in 1967 with two of his songs making the album. One of which is featured below. I have also featured one of my favorites of his originals here.
It seems that Peter may have really messed his head up with a bad acid trip in March 1970 while in Munich. Most reports say this was the beginning of his mental illness issues. He did spend time getting treatment and managed to get back to playing about 1979.
In 1988 Green was quoted as saying: “I’m at present recuperating from treatment for taking drugs. It was drugs that influenced me a lot. I took more than I intended to. I took LSD eight or nine times. The effect of that stuff lasts so long … I wanted to give away all my money … I went kind of holy – no, not holy, religious. I thought I could do it, I thought I was all right on drugs. My failing!”
“There is something very odd going on ‘round here” said Colonel Mustard to Miss Scarlett.
OK, maybe that’s not a real quote. But what I’m getting at is that certain posts on this blog have way more traffic than they deserve.
I have noticed over the last few months or so that the That Friday Feeling post shows up on the stats page every Friday. It’s not that I mind, it’s just weird. I don’t think that someone has bookmarked it as a way of finding this little happy assed blog. No, every time it’s a Goggle search and it seems to come out of the UK. So welcome again to whomever it is!
On that note, two other posts seem to show more often on the stats page. Both are quite old posts too. It does seem that someone(s) have bookmarked the How We Spent Our Thanksgiving Week – Day 3 from 2017, and they use that to navigate this site. Wouldn’t have been easier just to bookmark the Home Page?
The other frequently seen post is Sit, Stand, Kneel… Good Dog. This is also a 2017 post. I can see why this post continues to be viewed as it has to do with Colin Kaepernick and the BLM movement.
Obviously, I had nothing interesting to write about today. Deal with it. Here’s a random video for you.
Let’s take a break from the music posts for today and take a look at my genealogy again. Yes, I did say some time ago that I was not going to pursue this much longer, but my subscriptions haven’t expired yet – so I’m still at it. It may also be due to that fact that I’ve been reading a series of novels about a forensic genealogist that has kept me interested.
The novels by Nathan Dylan Goodwin take place in England mostly. The main character, Morton Ferrier, has more interesting cases than I expect any real genealogist would have. His house is blown up, he’s kidnapped (more than once) for example. If you like mysteries and want to read about specific events in British history, then I recommend these books. There are a total of 10 stories, but they do not have to be read in any order. I’m currently about a third of the way through the 10th in the series.
But here’s the thing. His cases all seem to take place within a few hours drive from his home in the southeast of England. I don’t have that luxury. Morton can visit local libraries, the national archives, and even churches to find records that are not online. Me? I’m still stuck in Pennsylvania. That’s more than a few hours away even if travel wasn’t impacted by this virus. As I have more than one “high risk” category staring me in the face, I don’t even like going to grocery store – much less getting on a packed airplane with folks like Ted Cruz not wearing a mask.
I did have a genealogist in Pennsylvania do some research for me. Sadly, she couldn’t give me much that I didn’t already know. Between her recommendations and, surprisingly, some tips I picked up from the novels, I’m carrying on with some new searches.
Let’s recap, shall we? I’m looking for my 2x great grandparents, James Campbell and his wife Ann Elizabeth McCauley. Here’s my tree back to the individuals in question;
Looking at this image you would think that it looks rather complete. Sadly, it isn’t. There are many blanks in the next generations that aren’t in that image. I have many matches on my paternal grandmother’s side (Josephine Melinda Bodle or “Nanny”) and quite a few on my maternal grandfather’s side (Talmadge Whitaker Hicks). I haven’t really started into my maternal grandmother’s (Dora Calder) side all the much, yet. It’s that damnable Campbell line that’s killing me.
Check here for information on James’ middle name, the junior and possibile parents. I won’t repeat it all here.
My great grandfather, Samuel W. Campbell, had as far as I know, only three children. His eldest was my grandfather, Herbert J. Campbell (I still don’t know what the “J” is for, nor Samuel’s middle initial “W”). Next was a daughter, Florence I., then another son Lester Lyman Campbell (Oh look! A middle name!).
Most of my genealogy is on Ancestry. I do also have trees and DNA at other places around the web, but Ancestry is my main holding place. I had an account there for over 20 years now, and it’s too much trouble to move to a new web server.
Ancestry has a service called ThruLines. It can be helpful, or it can be trouble. What is does is take your DNA results (you must have an Ancestry DNA test – they do not allow uploads of DNA results from other companies), and your family tree and tries to match you with other folks that may have common ancestors. My Heritage has a similar service called “Theory of Relativity”.
The problem with any online tree is that not everyone takes the time to verify the names that are added to their respective trees. Some folks refuse to believe any findings that don’t match family stories. So that child born out of wedlock, or that family member that went to jail are either completely left out or added even if the data doesn’t match the story simply because “it can’t be true – (insert family member that’s telling the story) said that wasn’t how it happened.” I really enjoy seeing trees that link back to “royalty” from folks primarily here in the USA. It seems that while our country’s founding fathers wanted nothing to do with the British aristocracy, now everyone want’s to be related to some prince or princess. I even saw one tree go back to King Arthur! Sigh.. And I have gone off on another tangent, haven’t I?
Let’s get back to Samuel for a moment. Using the ThruLines I mentioned above, the only DNA matches I have from Sam ,ueland his wife, are my siblings and a niece and nephew. I knew that we would be the only matches from Herbert and Josephine, as our dad was an only child. But this lack of first cousins severely hampers my search.
Let’s look at census records for a moment, as these are a good way to follow the family over time. Starting with Samuel, here’s what I can find;
1870: Snyder, Blair, PA
1880: Boggs, Centre, PA
1890: Boggs, Centre, PA (from Centre Lines – first record with wife and two oldest children)
1900: Boggs, Centre, PA
1910: Milesburg, Centre, PA
1920: Milesburg, Centre, PA
From Samuel’s death certificate (the ONLY documentation I can find for him), I find his father is James Campbell, no middle initial or “Junior” that seems to pop up on some trees. His mother is listed as Ann Colley or Calley, it’s hard to read. I have not found any birth or baptism records for Samuel. I will have to go to Pennsylvania for research. I have asked several of the regional libraries and genealogy societies for help, but they couldn’t find anything either.
The 1870 and 1880 census show Samuel, at the approximately correct age with James as the father, and the mother is an Anna or Annie E. However, the 1870 census is troublesome. It has children that don’t seem to fit with the rest of the family. Since the 1880 census is the first to list the relationship to the head of the household, I’m thinking that these names that are listed on the 1850 – 1870 censuses are not full brothers and sisters, but maybe cousins that are living with my 2x great grandparents. This is quite possible as the death certificate for two of the problematic names lists parents as W.R. Campbell and Fleita Benjamin as parents, and their gravesite is not very far from Samuel’s.
However, on ThruLines I have a DNA match with someone claiming to be from one of the troublesome names. This is where not doing good research comes in. Whoever it was that started their family tree from this Lloyd Campbell and seeing him listed in the census records under James & Anna just assumed that they were his parents. Hey – it’s a very common issue. I’ve done it as well.
Samuel’s obituary lists two siblings, same as I have them (Hiram J. and Florence) and my grandmother as surviving. If this Lloyd was a brother (not likely) he would have already passed by the time Samuel died. The other male listed that I don’t believe is a brother, Martin, would have still been alive so he should have been listed in the obituary as well. I believe that the reason that Samuel’s mother is listed as Ann Colley or Calley on his death certificate is due to fact that his wife, as the informant, had suffered a stroke some time prior to Samuel’s passing and either could not recall the full name of McCauley, or couldn’t pronounce it clearly. Samuel’s brother, listed in his obituary and found on the census records, Hiram, lists Ann McCauley as his mother. This is why I feel that the census records I have are the correct ones for this family. There is a Henry McCauley listed in 1850 and 1860 as living with them, which I believe is Ann Eliza’s father.
But James! Just who the hell are you? All I can tell is he worked in the various iron mills in central Pennsylvania. I have possible records for service in the Civil War, but I can’t say for sure which one is his record. You have to imagine just how many James Campbells were in Pennsylvania during the 1800’s. If I run a search on Ancestry for James Campbell with a birth about 1827 in Pennsylvania, I get 192,101 records back. Not helpful at all.
The 1890 census was mostly destroyed in a fire, so I can’t search that time frame. Fortunately, Centre County Pennsylvania used that census (before it was destroyed of course) and created a document called the “1890 Centre Co., PA. Business Directory”. From that another document “Centre Lines” was created. This lists a basic census of the county for 1890. I can find my grandfather, Herbert, with his parents, Samuel and Ada and his sister Florence, in Boggs Township. His mother, Anna E. with his brother Hiram and a Catherine S. (one of those troublesome names from the census records) in Milesburg. But not James. Was he dead, did he run away, was he working elsewhere in the state or out of state? I have no idea.
I believe that this Catherine S. is who I have listed as Sara Catherine in my tree. Her death certificate lists a James Campbell as father, but the mother is Ann Storey. I can find a gravestone for this couple (he’s listed as James Ray Campbell). So, is this another cousin that my ancestors took in? Maybe, maybe not. In the 1880 census she is shown as a daughter. She should have been alive when Samuel died but she is not mentioned in his obituary. The informant on her death certificate is her son, so maybe he just got her mother’s name wrong?
Interestingly, I find a James Campbell in the 1900 census in Allegheny County (near Pittsburgh) in the Western Pennsylvania Hospital for the Insane. Naturally, there is no other information on this record other than the name. No place of birth, parental information, or occupation. Only that he can speak English. Is this him? Could very well be. See what I said above about things not being entered due to not fitting a family story. But it could just as well not be him. I have no clue. See for yourself;
There are also many death records for James Campbell with dates between 1880 and 1890. Most are in the Philadelphia area, and I have no reason to think that he would have been in that area, but I can’t discard it either.
I guess that once this virus stuff is beat down enough that travel can happen, I will need to make a trip to central Pennsylvania. In the meantime, I will see if I can find out just those troublesome names in the census records belong to.
Remember, genealogy isn’t rocket science. It’s much more difficult than that!
No, I’m not trying to get through my list quick. I thought it would be cool to combine several of the gods in one post. There is an exceptionally good chance that all these gentlemen will appear here again.
This is a song written by George Harrison, and the lead guitar on the original recording (on The Beatles AKA “The White Album”) is played by Eric Clapton, and here is Peter Frampton doing it live. I also saw covers by lots of other guitar wizards, but I went with this one mainly because as I was starting this post, as only a 2 for 1, with George and Eric. Then I heard Peter’s cover playing on the radio. So, I changed the video and went with this one.
As I mentioned this was originally on the White Album;
“While My Guitar Gently Weeps” is a song by the English rock band the Beatles from their 1968 double album The Beatles (also known as “the White Album”). It was written by George Harrison, the band’s lead guitarist. The song serves as a comment on the disharmony within the Beatles following their return from studying Transcendental Meditation in India in early 1968. This lack of camaraderie was reflected in the band’s initial apathy towards the composition, which Harrison countered by inviting his friend and occasional collaborator, Eric Clapton, to contribute to the recording. Clapton overdubbed a lead guitar part, although he was not formally credited for his contribution.
On one of the (too many) news feeds I read, Far Out Magazine has been posting a look back at some early songs by The Beatles. The web site (linked above) covers a very wide range of music and other artsy things.
This particular track was mentioned a few days ago and although the song itself hasn’t stuck with me the way John intro’s the song has. The video has a little bit of an interview that isn’t really all that interesting. The good part starts about 50 seconds in.
So… Happy anniversary to me! Today marks the 3rd anniversary of this here silly assed blog, AND the 12th anniversary of me on Twitter, which is even more silly assed! So, I got that going for me.
But of course, that’s not what I came here to tell you about (been a while since I’ve used that line and thank you Mr. Guthrie).
For those of you that have been paying attention you may have noticed my every now and then mentioning a certain list of guitar gods. On this most auspicious day (see paragraph one above) I feel it’s time to start honoring those gods (and goddesses). As a reminder, this list has not been written down, it’s all in “me ‘ead”. As such, it is a very fluid list. Any ranking on said list is purely whimsical and is subject to change depending on my mood and/or alcohol consumption.
For those that know me best the artist I’m using to start this series off may come as a surprise. Those that have been reading this blog (and thanks to each and every one of you) know that my “top three” guitar gods, both chronologically and favoritism are Mike Nesmith, George Harrison, and Eric Clapton. I have featured each of those artists many times, so I went with someone else this time.
I guess it’s not all that surprising that my favorite songs by this gentleman are instrumental. After all, Carlos Santana doesn’t sing on his recordings. He is first and foremost a guitarist. I can’t say for sure, but I would think the name Santana, as a band, first hit me with Black Magic Woman/Gypsy Queen. After all the AM radio stations didn’t play tracks like Soul Sacrifice it just wasn’t radio friendly. Along with the aforementioned Soul Sacrifice, the other great instrumentals I can dig are Samba Pa Ti and Europa (Earth’s Cry Heaven’s Smile).
I remember the first time I heard Europa. When that track hit the stylus on my turntable everything else stopped. The sustain Carlos gets out of his guitar then followed by the machine gun like riffs just blew me away.
To see a young Carlos and band, check out the footage from Woodstock. Rumor has it that Carlos was tripping on LSD while on stage. Their set was delayed by a rain storm and Carlos was hanging out with Jerry Garcia (he of course is on the list as well) in the artist trailer and well, you can imagine what happened.
Major rock music promoter Bill Graham, a Latin Music aficionado who had been a fan of Santana from its inception, arranged for the band to appear at the Woodstock Music and Art Festival before its debut album was even released. Its set was one of the surprises of the festival, highlighted by an eleven-minute performance of a throbbing instrumental, “Soul Sacrifice”. Its inclusion in the Woodstock film and soundtrack album vastly increased the band’s popularity.
So… Yesterday we celebrated Father’s Day. Yes, we were a week late (for the USA), but this was the first time in about 4 years we’ve had both of our sons together. We are a military family. For new readers, I am a retired US Army and son-the-elder is active Army. So, we are very used to celebrating holidays that don’t match everyone else’s calendar. We really don’t give a rat’s ass. We celebrate when we want to. Get over it, we don’t care if it messes with your calendar. My son and I have dedicated over 30 years to protecting your way of life. We understand that you may not agree with either of our outlooks. But understand that we have protected your right to have a difference of opinion. If you don’t like that fact – go the fuck away. Plain and simple.
So anyway, while over-imbibing on various adult beverages, this silly assed clip came up. Between the several veterans in attendance (although this clip had nothing to do militarily with this post), all felt this was worthy of a post. It does bear to note that we are all of Scots descent, and that does bear to mind this post.
Wifey and I are just over a year since our trip to the homeland, Scotland, just in case that hasn’t jumped out at you yet. One thing that stands out for me, is that it’s funny that I have problems with TV shows with characters with any kind of accent, be it British, Scottish, Spanish, etc., I have major problems understanding the dialog. But while in country, I had no problems at all. Therefore, I blame it on TV. My ears are fine (no, not really). But still, TV sucks.
P.S. Next weekend is Granddaughter-The-Elder and Wifey’s birthdays. Just and wait and see what happens then!
Before I get into the music, let’s do a quick catch-up since it’s been awhile since my last post.
Wifey starts her new job today. She was laid off due to the coronavirus on St. Patrick’s Day (17 March for those that don’t have a calendar handy). She’s back in a law office, which is what she was doing for the last 5 years or so. And trying to claim unemployment here in #Floriduh has been a pain. But we made it work (again).
Obviously, I made it through the cardiac ablation fine. I haven’t had a follow up with the cardiologist that did the procedure yet, but I did have a follow up with my regular cardiologist and have a tele-medicine call with my family doctor tomorrow. No big warning signs have popped up, although my blood glucose is trending a bit high as well as my blood pressure. I’m blaming the blood pressure on the fact that I have had the anti-arrhythmia drugs stopped. Plus the fact that I am more than a bit overweight, which adds to both the blood pressure and glucose issues. Neither of the “problems” are serious at this time. Wifey and I are trying to maintain a better diet and now that my heart is beating normal again, we have restarted our walking in the mornings. The biggest issue I have from the procedure is the itching from where they shaved my groin for all the catheters they used. By my count I had one catheter in my right femoral vein, four in my left femoral vein and one in the left femoral artery. Even though I had stopped the Eliquis (blood thinner) two days prior to the procedure, I still bruised badly.
Other good news is that son-the-younger also has found a new job, and son-the-elder has finally made it back stateside from his Europe deployment, but back home quite yet.
Now, on to the music.
I have no clue why this is stuck in my head. I am not that big of fan of Mr. Springsteen. It is notable that the line “Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk” is what keeps repeating. Realizing of course, that “talk” rhymes with “walk”, I’m more used to hearing that guitarists strive to make their instruments “sing”. But then again, Bruce doesn’t really sing all the well either. Not that I do any better, but still. In retrospect, it’s no worse that Eric Clapton and George Harrison using the line “Then I told ‘bout our kid / Now he’s married to Mabel”. Mabel rhymes with “table” the last word of the previous verse. Artistic license as it best/worst?
I picked this version of the song simply because of Melissa Etheridge. I had a cassette tape of her first album when I was stationed in Korea. I wore that tape out. I love her voice!
P.S. I had blood work done yesterday and I just got the results. My glucose is firmly in the normal area. So disregard the above!
I apologize for the lack of posts as of late, but I am just overwhelmed with everything that is going on. Between the coronavirus, the riots, and being back in the hospital with cardiac issues, I’m not sure where I am most days. Plus, I have to back in the hospital on Tuesday for a cardiac catheter ablation procedure. Not really looking forward to the procedure but hoping that it will stop the A-Fib I’ve been dealing with for about 5 years now. We’ll see.
This is a repost of last year’s Memorial Day post. I don’t think I could say it any better.
While it’s never wrong to thank a veteran for his or her service, that is not what today is for. Save that for Veteran’s Day. Today we remember the ones who never got to take off the uniform, those that never came home, the ones that paid that ultimate sacrifice. So we do not “celebrate” Memorial Day, we respect what it stands for. Now granted I will have my cookout and drink several adult beverages, after all, it is an extra day off of work. But in the back of my mind, and hopefully yours too, we will remember our brothers and sisters of all branches of the military and hope that their sacrifice wasn’t in vain. As an Army retiree and the proud father of a soldier, today weighs heavily on me and my family, I am so very grateful for those that served before me and after me. So lift a glass of whatever beverage you choose, and thank those we can only remember, those who fell on the battlefields the world over. And pray that the wars will end, and peace will reign. Amen.