[moose eater]

Steve Brown & The Bailers

(*A local band, mostly from the Fairbanks area, with the exception of one of the keyboard players/pianists, who has laid tracks down on music sent back and forth, though he is now, last I heard, living in Oregon.. Dave.. A Deadhead I knew here 38 years ago.. A character among characters back in the day.

The band's otherwise made up, in part, by local school teachers, and has been 'categorized' as rock-a-billy, though their talents and music flow much more broadly than that).

A favorite tune of mine by them is copied below, the album gifted to me by a former friend... As lines in the sand become more pronounced or better defined, with more firm expectations for behaviors and words in this life, there's an increasing number of 'former friends').
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'Gravel Road'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AezMGit1rkA

Well, this old gravel road used to greet me with a smile

I’ve traveled it for years

Used to walk its many miles

But, oh, things change, when you’re not looking

Now the dirt ‘neath my tires seems to slowly roll away

Like I’m not headed home

Just a drifter gone astray

‘Cause, oh things change, when you’re not looking

Well, you’re not looking for a ticket back here

So when you arrive, (I) hope it’s perfectly clear

That you’re not lost

You just had to take off, while I wasn’t looking

Now, I open up my door and take a look around
But These are not my things

They belong to you by now

And, oh, things change, when you’re not looking

I used to know a number

I could call you up at night

If just to hear your voice

Tellin' me I’ll be all right

But, oh things change when you’re not looking

Well, I wished you’d left a note when you finally said goodbye

I don’t need a lot to read
You could keep it to one line

Saying: Oh, things change, when you’re not looking