Some of us are quite experienced, one dude also creates radio-music programs on Dutch national radio. We are into real music, acoustic and anything but commercial. Stupid? Yes, but we like ourselves that way.

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There are just two kinds of musicians.
Those that hit you instantly, and those you instantly want to hit" ~Paul~

Our previous write-ups:

Some called it jugband music, others skiffle, we call it Bottle Up and Go, our acoustic circle of friends up here in Enkhuizen.
Band/artist history
It's a too long story
THE HISTORY OF OUR BAND

NAME DROPPING
We all knew Jesus Christ very well.
Bob Dylan we went to school with in Mobile, Alabama, where he got stuck.
Bob ain't from Minnesota 't all, he's from the deep south, don't let them fool you.
John Prine's from Meulenberg in the Netherlands where he met Jan, our mandoline-and harmonica-player
And Guy Clark met Paul's mother, by some referred to as a whore in Dallas.
Townes Van Zandt even has a Dutch name, he was originallly called Teun van der Zand,
we all went fishing with him in the Zuiderzee, must have been way back in 1799.Lonnie Donegan used to fish in the IJselmeer too.
All he caught was a cold

In short, these influences helped us a lot in getting where we don't want to be...


So much for the true story. Now the stuff you've all been waiting for: Our band started in Enkhuizen way back in February 1997,
and consists of for instance Jan de Boer, our office-man, sending his seeds all over the world,
how country can you get...
If that ain't country, you can kiss his Westfrisian ass
By the way, he doesn't even like country
He's also our Mr. Body Builder
So try come on stage again granny,
he'll hit you with his harmonica,
spin you around on his mandoline.
wrap you in his guitar!
He's been playing those things since he "cain't remember whin"
So it might have been yesterday for all we know
Then there is this banjo-player, Paul van Gelder
He's so in love with his banjo
He took it to bed with him
Next day the banjo was broken.
He works for VARA, Dutch national radio as a d.j.
Hell knows how he manages that
His father was from Mobile, Alabama
That should explain it
Willem Breed, our carpenter, made his own instrument: The T-bass
The other carpenter, Jesus, might have made wine out of water
Willem makes music out of a clothes-line
His brother Simon Breed is our trucker
He sings his "Keep on trucking mama" like no one else
Thank God!
He bought an old washboard in Medemblik
Some call him Mr.Rhythm
Others just run away
Our dobro-player,Cor van Sliedregt, once played in the famous CCC Inc.
And yes, they survived it!
He's our most experienced player
Though some still don't believe that
He also plays kazoo(My God!), banjolele,cocaonuts and triangle
He's best on guitar, that's why he never plays it
And yes, he also works for Dutch national radio:VPRO
Last, but not least, we've got Martin Starrenburg in our band
He knows more about Dylan than Dylan himself
Martin plays ukulele and guitar
He also sings, even better than Dylan
If you think that's easy, just listen to him on "The Wrong Woman", it's on our c.d.
By the way, the history of skiffle music, the music we play, is extensively described on one of our links on this page
Go for it if you've got a spare 48 hours

Oh, yeh, we've all got great musical tastes it says here
Thank you, ma
Have you performed in front of an audience?
We play live and love it most of the time. People dancing is always a thrill...
Your musical influences
Lonnie Donegan
What equipment do you use?
none
Anything else?
Our dirty word: marketing

SOME OF OUR SONGS (lyrics):

Way back in the fifties (Paul vanGelder, september 2013)

3/4 in G


G Em

Way back in the fifties, when wolfman was on
G D7 G
the american forces were still going strong
Em
and houses were houses, a song was a song
G
and it looked like the whole world
D7 G
could no more go wrong


CHORUS:

C G
that's when i met you, they called you a slut
C G Es
but deep in my heart i know you were not
G Em
able to live like your grandma before
G D7 G
who lived in her kitchen and called you a whore


Way back in the fifties, when Little Richard came on

Pat Boone soon took over and then stole his song

The States were all dancing and singing ding dong

Took a while before Europe could really sing along


CHORUS:

that's when I met you, I called you sweetheart,

but deep in my heart I knew you were not

able to give me what grandma gave gramps

you spent all our money they now call us tramps

It Keep's Rainin' (Fats Domino - Paul van Gelder-2016)

It keeps raining and raining
Tears from my eyes
Since you gone
All I do is cry

Won't somebody help me?
Somebody help me?
Can't you see
That my baby done left me?

She left me reeling and rocking
Walking the floor
She left a note last night
She won't be back no more

It keeps raining and raining
Tears from my eyes
Since you gone
All I do is cry

But it keeps raining and raining
Tears from my eyes
Since you gone
All I do is laugh

Yes I'm laughing I'm laughing
Tears from my eyes
Since you gone
All I do is HAHAHAHA

I'm HAHAHAHA
Tears from my eyes
I left a note last night
I won't be back no more

HAHAHAHA
A tear in my eye
Since you gone
It's no woman no cry

Yes It's shining it's shining
what a beautiful sun
Since you gone
'Cause all you did was wrong

OH, SHE LOVES ME SO(G)

Farewell (No Blues) / Can't do without my ya ya Dm/G


Dm - A - Dm (rifje etc.)


Dm C
Farewell baby, you who looks so free
Dm
Looking at the river if the river was a sea
C
Farewell baby, I payed my dues
Dm
Farewell baby, hello blues


Farewell baby with your lips so red
You'll be loved till the day I'm dead
Farewell baby , got nothing to lose
Farewell baby hello blues



Farewell baby, you made me shy
There's nothing you left that wasn't a lie
Farewell baby I have to choose
Farewell baby, hello blues

Farewell baby in the city light
I'll disappear in the dark of night
Baby I'll wear my walking shoes
Farewell baby hello blues






deel 2: sneller (van Dm naar C naar G)



G C
I can do without the east and I can do without the west

D7 G
I can do without the churches, always fighting 'gainst the rest

G c
I can do without my lover I can do without my wife

d7 g
But I can't do without my ya ya





G C
I can do without the government, can do without the doe

D7 G
I can do without the t.v. the radio and so

G C
I can do without you, I can do without me

D7 G
But I can't do without my ya ya



I can do without the climate I can do without disease

I can do without my chocolat I can do without my teeth

I can do without my looks and I can do without my books

But I can't do without my ya ya




I can do without tobacco I can do without the booze

I can do without the things that my woman liked to choose

I can do without my hee and I can do without my haw

But I can't do without my ya ya



Hell no (I ain’t waiting on you) (Paul van Gelder, september 2004) in E


E
Well if you’re looking for some sugar

It’s right down here on the floor
E
“You’re a pretty clever jerk”

You said so many times before

E
There’s dirty dishes in the oven

There’s a pancake on the wall
E
There’s so much food for you baby

Why don’t you answer when I call


Chorus:
A E
Hell no, I ain’t waiting on you
B
You see that man there by the door
A
You wonder what’s he waiting for

Well I tell you that man
E
It’s not me


Like a river with no water

Like Bob Dylan without words

Like Hank Williams without country

Like Alfred Hitchcock without birds



Like a painter without paint

Like the devil without a saint

Like a house without a roof

Like water without proof


Chorus


Like a banjo with no strings

Like a bird without it’s wings

Like a genius without brains

Like a mother without pains



Like a dog without a nose

Like Swift without his prose

Like a soldier without shoes

Like B B King without the blues


Chorus




LORD, DON’T LET ME BE BORN AGAIN

2/4

G
In a little bitty town
Lived a little bitty clown
With his little tiny head
He would take his God to bed

Em
He would tell all his friends
Am
They were sinners and scum
C Cis
While he fired all his crew
D7
At the mill that he owned



CHORUS:

3/4

G Em

Lord don’t let me be born again

C
I hate a new born man

D7

Help me if you can

G Em

Lord don ‘t let me be born again

C
This life is just too much

D7
Don’t need another crutch





G
Meanwhile he would screw around

In the kitchen, on the ground

With his friends from the congregation

While saying prayers for the whole nation


Em
Then his wife she found out

Am
And she told it all around

C
But he owned the t.v. station

D7
So they blamed her for the this aberration


CHORUS