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I Missed “Don’t Miss”

Posted by John on March 5, 2015 in Music |

linkcatA friend just told me something I hadn’t realized:  The South Central Library System’s online LinkCat (representing almost 50 Cheeseland atheneums) included my album Better Late Than Never on their February “Don’t Miss” musical list.  I’m sandwiched in between The Best of Blue Note (the likes of Thelonius Monk, Miles Davis, John Coltrane and Norah Jones) and Beyoncé.  You could say I’m straddling the gap between sublime and ridiculous.

If you’re in Southern Wisconsin you can put a hold on the one copy in circulation, but you’ll have to be patient.  Believe it or not, the CD is checked out (no, not by me) and someone else is waiting for it.  Or you can listen to it online through https://soundcloud.com/duggleby  OR, you can order your very own copy from me for a measly $12 plus $3 shipping.  If that rings your chimes, contact me@johnduggleby.com and we’ll make it happen!

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Lordy MAMA, I need your vote!

Posted by John on February 16, 2015 in Uncategorized |

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Nominations for the 2015 Madison Area Music Awards—affectionately known as the MAMAS—are out, and yours truly has received nominations for eight songs from my 2014 album Better Late Than Never, in six categories.  I’m going for the gold (or whatever color their awards are) in the folk, country, pop, alternative, world and unique categories, and the whole CD is up for Unique Album of the Year.

 

So, if you are already a MAMAs member, please log onto www.themamas.org and exercise your right to vote—hopefully for me.  While you’re there, check out the other great area artists, including many of my friends, included in this year’s nominees.  If you not a member, log onto the same site and join for a measly five bucks, which helps fund youth music programs and put instruments into the hands of kids who might not otherwise have them. (heaven knows our state government isn’t doing it)  After you join, you can vote.

 

Although I was sulking over the shock of the Grammys totally ignoring me (and Kayne West not pointing that out—honestly, does Beyonce’ really need another one of those things?), I’m heartened to have a chance right here at home, where it really matters.  So, as they used to say in my stomping ground of Chicago, vote early, vote often.  Oops—you can only vote once in the MAMAs—so just vote!

 

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I’m Galapogized

Posted by John on January 25, 2015 in Uncategorized |

DSC00255My wife Jude and I just returned from a 19-day odyssey to Ecuador including the Galapagos Islands (as they’re known, though technically speaking, they’re an archipelago).  No words– even mine– can do justice to the jaw-dropping array of creatures we saw– as often as not, within arm’s length.  It is a Herculean (Darwinian?) task even to select representative photos from the hundreds I snapped.

DSC00486To visit the Galapagos is to see our planet in near-perfect natural balance, the way it was before we glorified apes gained control.  It’s not always bucolic; Galapagos emerged from volcanoes that could still blow their tops at any time.  And “survival of the fittest” includes not ending up as someone else’s supper.  But everything within nature happens for a good reason– in stark contrast to many of our manmade edicts-  and every species including homo sapiens benefits.

We explored the Galapagos on an eight-day boat tour with 16 other passengers holding passports from not just the U.S., but Canada, Australia, the United Kingdom and Switzerland.  Our version of the “Gilligan’s Island” castaways included a career DSC00570ambassador, international law expert, child psychologist and lots of past and present educators.  Despite our diverse pedigrees, we were remarkably on the same page about global social issues, especially environmental ones.  We decided that if we got together and ran the world, we could fix things pretty quickly.  Unfortunately, none of us has the stomach to enter politics.

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Happy Howl-idays!

Posted by John on December 18, 2014 in Otis |

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Thirteen holiday seasons ago I adopted a totally irresistible one-year-old pooch named Otis from the Northern Illinois Samoyed Assistance rescue group.  In the first of an endless stream of “fido-ops,” I put him on my holiday card that year.  This is the first Yuletide since 2000 that our home has not been decorated by the furry presence of the breed that has been nicknamed “The Christmas Dog” because they shine so wintry, merry and bright.

Though Otis is gone, from some spirit world where dogs run like wolves and pee in the snow wherever they please, he– and I– with you a Happy Hanukkah, a Joyous Kwanzaa, and a very Merry Christmas.

 

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Otis, Samoyed of Destiny: 2000-2014

Posted by John on October 12, 2014 in Otis |

Misc 017If you’ve ever loved a pet, you know that someday, through no fault of their own, they will break your heart.  Our beloved Otis did exactly that this week when, just short of fourteen, his own joyous ticker was silenced.

As some of you know, “Oti’s” saga was the stuff of Jack London novels—and indeed someday I plan to write it.  It began when some geniuses in Kentucky bred his father and underage mother, expecting to establish a “puppy mill” for purebred Samoyeds. When they couldn’t sell the pups, the couple began to neglect, then abuse them.  As the “alpha” who tried to protect his four siblings, Otis received the brunt of the mistreatment. After four months the would-be breeders got tired of feeding them, and dumped pups and parents at the door of a local humane society.

By then Otis and most of his brethren had acquired pneumonia, conjunctivitis and virtually every worm and insect pest a dog can attract.  They were scheduled for euthanization until Northern Illinois Samoyed Assistance (NISA), a Chicago area rescue group, learned of their plight.  NISA scooped up the motley crew now dubbed the “Kentucky Five”, and pulled them back from the brink with care from volunteer veterinarians.  Otis also needed several months with saint-like foster “parents” to convince the wary pup to give humans another chance.  We adopted him as a loveable, albeit rambunctious one-year-old.

As a Cheesehead, his short-form resume included:

-         NISA’s first alum to achieve American Kennel Club Canine Good Citizen Certification.  This enabled wife Jude, daughter Katie and I to take him to a local nursing home as a therapy dog, where he both spread smiles and soothed several animal lovers in their dying hours.  He also had a very short musical career  accompanying me to senior facility concerts.  I fired him for barking non-stop whenever the audience applauded—he no doubt assumed it was for him.

-         Model for three Lands End catalogs.  One is a charming shot of Otis “giving paw” to a lovely woman, enabled by the hot dog concealed in her hand.

-         Featured attraction (in costumes created by Jude) in two Madison St. Pat’s Parades (as O’tis the Leprechaun) and an Independence Day Parade in Columbus (as Uncle Sammie) in which I was “Yankee Doodle Duggleby,” a marching minstrel.  He reprised the latter identity to win—at age twelve– the inaugural costume contest at NISA’s annual Sam-O-Rama reunion picnic.

-         Appearances in several NISA annual calendars, including one two-page spread on his beginnings and subsequent life with us.  The accompanying photo of our boy– still regal at age 10 ½– appeared on the cover of NISA’s 2014 calendar.

-         Star of an “underground” film made by a friend of mine—at least he got the biggest ovation at the screening party.

Though Otis accomplished more in his lifetime than most people do, his greatest attribute by far was his boundless joy and appetite for life.  Each new day was an adventure and any new person or critter absolutely had to be his friend and fan, or face relentless pursuit until they caved.  Fortunately very few creatures of any type could resist him.  One person likened him to the smart but naughty school kid who gets by with his antics because the teacher can’t resist his charm.  I’m certain that’s how our party animal passed his Canine Good Citizen test.

Since I work from home, Otis was my constant companion– and along with Jude, my best friend.  Though his body finally weakened at the end, his heart and spirit were as strong as ever; he was licking my hand just before slipping into his final sleep.  I can’t tell you how much I miss him, and how blessed I feel to be part of his amazing journey.  Please give a pet or human (or both) that you love a big hug for Otis; he’ll be flashing that million-dollar “Sammie smile” from somewhere.

 

 

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I’m #2, Thanks to You!

Posted by John on September 7, 2014 in Uncategorized |

From the release of my first-ever album, the appropriately-named Better Late Than Never; to my monthly local Songwriter Showcase going stronger than ever, it’s been hard to add bars to the score of great musical happenings this year.  But– the Isthmus recently published its “Madison’s Favorites” readers poll, and I placed 2nd in the Singer/Songwriter category.  I’ve never been so tickled to be #2.  There are a plethora (gaggle?  ****load?) of great songwriters in my area, no doubt with strong fan support as well.  To say I couldn’t have done it without you would be—well, something really stupid not to say.

To you who made the effort to vote for me, thanks a gazillion.  If you ever run for President, I’ll be happy to return the ballot, and I’ll vote early and often, as they do in my old Chicago stomping ground.  I may be the #2 Cheesehead singer/songwriter, but you are the #1 fans on the planet!

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Better Late Than Never– The Album

Posted by John on July 28, 2014 in Music |

john d - 4_panel_wallet_2_disc OLMy performing career began at age five when I crooned “You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby” for a nickel in an Iowa supper club.  But  what really spun my compass was The Beatles’ American invasion shortly after I turned 12.  I dreamed of writing songs for an album (in those vinyl days) of my own.

Dreams can come true; sometimes they just take awhile.  Fifty years and a load of living later, submitted for your approval is the appropriately named Better Late Than Never, my first album.  It contains 11 original songs plus an old Celtic ballad I used to propose to my wife Jude many years ago.

I owe this occasion to so many who have loved and lifted me along the way, and to them I dedicate this album.  The shortlist includes the Great Spirit, the lovely Jude, my parents and late grandparents, 13-year companion Otis (Samoyed of Destiny) and all the precious friends— musical and otherwise—  who have hung with me over the years.  And I’m eternally grateful to the village of hyper-talented and uber-patient musical folks who helped put a village idiot like me on record.

I’m revamping my web site to include cuts from the new album, but for now you can hear it on https://soundcloud.com/duggleby  I also need to set up for online purchase, but in the meantime e-mail me@johnduggleby.com if you’re interested and I’ll press one into your mitts.

 

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Singing Chicken– Or Duck?

Posted by John on July 10, 2014 in Uncategorized |

 

I currently live in a Wisconsin land of lakes– including one about a hundred yards from my door– but I spent my first couple decades as a “river rat” on Iowa’s flood-prone waterways:  The Cedar, where our family’s river shack (calling it “vacation home” is way too polite) vanished without a trace after a flood surge.  The Iowa, where as a Hawkeye I blew off many afternoons of study in a tractor tube trailing a six-pack in the cool current.  And Big Muddy itself, the mighty Mississippi where I was born and raised.

I’m no stranger to floods, but Mother Nature flowed nostalgic on a recent three-day swing through eastern Iowa/western Illinois to perform my “Boogie in the Barnyard” concerts at local libraries.  My arrival at my parents’ house in Muscatine coincided with an unusual July flood crest, illustrated by the above photo.  I feared that my singing chicken persona for this show would have to morph into a duck to get into Iowa City, where flooding required two detours from my route.  The show did go on– promptly followed by another cloudburst– and a swimmingly good time was had by all.

As floodwaters began to slowly retreat, I was able to perform high and dry at two spectacular century-plus old library buildings at West Liberty and Rock Island before surfing home to my well-behaved Lake Waubesa.  The road trip released a flood of memories (pun intended) reminiscent of a verse from my song “Big Ol’ River”, inspired by my Wonder Years on the Mississippi:

 

Fighting the flood back in ’68, floating down the big ol’ river

We’re all sandbagging, trying to shut the gate, floating down the big ol’ river

Chub climbed the levee, about half lit,

Fell into the current, got swallowed by it,

They fished him out in Keokuk, bit by bit, floating down the big ol’ river

 

You can hear the whole song here:

 

 

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Raging With the Grannies

Posted by John on June 23, 2014 in Music |

059Why I love Madison, Reason #862:  This past Saturday I was part of Make Music Madison, a day-long free Summer Solstice celebration in which about 250 musicians of all stripes played at outdoor venues (weather permitting) across the city– ranging from backyards to the lobby of our airport.  I was stationed at the downtown Madison Library, where Mother Nature smiled the whole two hours I was warbling.  It’s a joy to sing, “Here Comes the Sun” and actually speak the truth.

Why I love Madison, Reason #863:  Serendipitous musical hookups.  Following me were The Raging Grannies, a group of– well, mature– women who fire barbs at the bastards grinding us down with a quiver filled with the likes of “Take me Out of the War Game” and “The Bear Went Over the Landfill.”  As a segue between their set and mine I invited them to join me in “This Land is Your Land,” which I altered a bit with a “Walker verse”:

By the Governor’s mansion, ‘neath the old church steeple

In a homeless shelter, I found my people

As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking

Is this State still made for you and me?

Go Grannies Go!

 

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History Repeating Itself

Posted by John on May 26, 2014 in Music |

There’s nothing profound I can add to the ceremonies and sentiments that will abound on Memorial Day today.  We will honor our service folks who have died serving our country, and that’s the way it should be.  It’s impossible to place a calculation on that level of sacrifice.

The best I can offer is a song I wrote sometime during the Jurassic Era called “Dear Mother,” inspired by some letters written during the Civil War by a Union soldier to his mother back home. (see link below)  Despite the scenario, it could have been any soldier, any mother, any war.  Unfortunately, history does repeat itself.

Are wars inevitable?  I can’t answer that.  Should we try all other means to resolve our differences first?  Absolutely.  What better way to honor our war dead than to do everything in our power to quit adding to their number?

 

 

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