Nazis Are Bad (Singalong)

Last year I wrote this little song, after whatever nightmarish, proto-fascist thing happened that week. It shouldn't be necessary, but here we are. I quickly recorded this simple tune, and was later joined by Sean Dowdall, Vernon Dowdall, and Tom Latimer. Thanks fellas. It feels like a party.

Nazis Are Bad
© 2019 Billy Dechand

We seem to have reached a time when Nazis seem alright.
They're not.
Nazis are bad.
Nazis are bad.
Nazis are bad.
Nazis are bad.
Nazis are bad.

Billy's Books 36: Billy Budd

Here's a bit on Billy Budd by Herman Melville. It's another Melville book about sailors! In case ya don't know, Melville's most famous book was Moby Dick, which you may have heard of.

"Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?"

In this book, our hero, Billy Budd, is actually known by his peers as The Handsome Sailor. That, and the fact that most everyone likes him, sounds like good fortune, right? Mostly. But for those who are very popular, there's always someone else trying to take them down.

Friday Lunch Concert

This was my first live stream concert (2020 May 15). The connection crapped out, segmenting into pieces. This collection reassembles them as best as possible. Here are the original four pieces.

As always, you are welcome to add to the Tip Jar.

You Tell Me / Beware of Darkness

For those of you who like to wallow in sadness, I debut my brand new guitar with two songs that seem to fit the Spring of 2020: "You Tell Me" by Paul McCartney and "Beware of Darkness" by George Harrison. I have my theories regarding whom Paul is addressing, but I doubt it was The World Before The Plague, which is how I hear it now. The George song is self-explanatory, and just a good reminder for these dark times.

Performed by Billy Dechand in Saint Louis, May 6, 2020.

Ghosts

Something about this image:



Made me think of this image:



Call me crazy. It's just the way my mind works.

New Tenor Guitar

Three months, or 30 years, the wait.

Just before the plague hit our shores, I ordered my dream tenor (no, it's not a bass) from Eastwood Guitars. Then it sat on a faraway dock for three months. It finally arrived, and sure sounds great. (Stay tuned.)

30 years ago, when I first started playing tenor guitar, an electric 4-string was non-existent, or beyond my reach. I thank the Millenials and their ukulele obsession, and I suppose the bluegrass scene, for opening up the market.