// Tonight we have a report from Bill Peete's funeral,
// more remembrances, a note on Dave Carter's passing, 
// and a couple of comments about the ARK weed.  [BP]

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Subject: NN: Bill's Funeral
   Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 21:23:10 -0700
   From: "Susan Krauss" (susankrauss@earthlink.net>

Norm Watson and I attended Bill's funeral yesterday (and Joe Ellson(?)).
There were about 100 people and all but the three of us were
work/family/bike riding/ neighbors/ motorcycle buddies.

The service was at a chapel at the cemetery.  Sue wanted Nanci's "Two for
the Road" to play in its entirety and then the chaplain was supposed to get
up, but he got up early so they only played a little bit of the song.

The chaplain talked about life and death and the order of the service.  I
don't actually remember the exact order of things but we said the 23rd
Psalm.  People were invited to speak about Bill and his son-in-law Scott
spoke first.

The consistent theme in everyone's talk was how nice Bill was; how no one
ever heard him say a bad word about anyone; how much he loved Sue and his
family.  People spoke who knew him forever (his brother) and who met him
when he died (the fellow bicyclists who went to him after he was hit by the
truck). One of Bill's son's friends spoke about meeting Bill for the first
time the day before, when Bill, after a long day of work, helped him with
his computer.

Norm spoke about the friendship that developed at the Rocky Mountain Folks
Festival.  (he can fill in more if he'd like)

I spoke about how I always loved how Bill & Sue loved each other and how I
always wanted a relationship like theirs - where they shared what they loved
with each other - and how I thought I finally found it.  I spoke of going to
concerts with them and the friendships formed by music.  I held up 16 pages
of notes from the NanciNet, Cheryl Wheeler and candlelists, and spoke about
how Bill & Sue had friends all over the world - some they'd met and some
they hadn't, but how they'd touched so many people - and that I felt like I
was representing all of those people - all of you.

After everyone spoke of their memories and told stories of Bill, they played
Bill's favorite song - THE FLYER.  Unfortunately, the speakers in the chapel
were terrible (Sue was very disappointed that the song didn't sound very
good).  But you could see people nodding their heads, everyone listening.

The chaplain spoke a little longer.  He said that they'd do the Lord's
Prayer but I don't think they did.  They played a song Donate sent FedEx as
they wheeled Bill's casket out of the chapel.

OH, there were pictures of Bill and the family up - Bill & Sue dancing at
their wedding, with the kids, on his bicycle, posing with his Harley (NG
FLYER).

There were lots and lots of flowers.

After the internment, many gathered at a Scotts Valley restaurant.  Several
people asked to see the notes that saved from all of you. Some said they had
no idea how much he loved music - each knew a separate part of Bill, and
yesterday we all learned about those other parts.

Sue said she's still planning to attend the Folks Festival in August.  I
told her I'd continue to forward any notes left for her here - she probably
won't get to her computer for a few weeks.

It's obvious that this hasn't all hit her yet - so much activity and family
and hardly any time alone.  She has three loving children who will help but
it will be a long road.

There was a small program which Norm has scanned.  It had lyrics from "Two
For the Road" and Bill's date of birth (August 13, 1951) and death (July 18,
2002).

This is kind of disjointed and I'll probably remember more as time goes on.
It was a long day but I wanted to get something out.

susan in alameda

THE FLYER (By Nanci Griffith)

He was a flyer for the Air Force
On a plane from San Antonio
I was traveling to London
He was going off to Buffalo
Changing planes in Pittsburgh
We got grounded in a storm
And, I would give anything
To be on that flyer's arm
We played cards, mostly blackjack
As we sat out on the tarmac
We sang songs we knew in Spanish
As we both loved songs of language
He'd heard me on the radio
I'd seen the flyers of San Antone
And, I would give anything
To have that flyer for my own


(chorus)
God bless the flyer
Who would be flying home tonight
Cuz' I would give anything
To see that flyer, flyin' tonight
He said he'd never married
Cuz, his heart was in the clouds
And I said I was too clumsy
That I broke the wings of the loves I found
He shouted out his name to me
As I ran to make my flight
I would give anything
To see that flyer, flyin' tonight
One year I watched a war in London
In the airport leaving London
And I wondered if I'd know him
If I saw his wings in motion
Did I leave my heart in Pittsburgh...
In the lightning of that flight?
I wish that you could tell me now
Will he be flyin' home tonight?

(repeat chorus twice)

~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~

TWO FOR THE ROAD (by Nanci Griffith)

Out of the blue horizon stretched a band of gold.
>From the straits of Juan De Fuca to the east of Portland, Maine.
You held my hand as we raced along the Buffalo Bayou.
Chasing the tail of this globe you say:
"Babe, one day we're bound to 'cos it takes two for the road."

We're two of a kind heart,
Closing in the distances.
Now here comes our twilight part,
And we've had the best light of our days.
We're two rails that never crossed in anger,
Our voices never raised.
Two of a kind, heart, and two for the road.

We have been blessed with dreaming, you had Georgia's New Mexico.
And while your hands worked in China it was from Ireland I wrote.
Moving out from America from those Buffalo Bayou trails.
Now didn't you tell me:
"Babe, we'll have this globe By its tail 'cos it takes two for the road."

We're two of a kind heart,
Closing in the distances.
Now here comes our twilight part,
And we've had the best light of our days.
We're two rails that never crossed in anger,
Our voices never raised.
Two of a kind, heart, and two for the road.

And we can be anywhere and never leave home.
With your hand to hold, we are two for the road.
We're two of a kind, heart, two for the road.

We are two for the road

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Subject: Re: NN: Bill's Funeral
   Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 08:45:03 -0700 (PDT)
   From: AnnaMac (carwheels_2000@yahoo.com>

> I spoke about how I always loved how Bill &
> Sue... I held up 16 pages of notes from the
> NanciNet, Cheryl Wheeler and candlelists, and
> spoke about how Bill & Sue had friends all over
> the world - some they'd met and some they hadn't,
> but how they'd touched so many people - and that
> I felt like I was representing all of those
> people - all of you.

What a beautiful gesture, Susan---although I
haven't really been on the list long enough to
know Bill and his wife, other than to recognize
their names, it still doesn't dull the pain of
that kind of tragedy.

My grandmother passed away a week ago today and I
know how difficult it is to deal with the loss of
a person who is so vibrant and who has touched
the lives of everyone she met. We just finished
celebrating her 90th birthday.  I sang 'Across
the Great Divide' to myself for comfort.  She was
still mentally sharp but her poor little body was
just plain tired.

I want to shared with you guys an arrangement I
put together for her funeral.

My grandmother was an accomplished piano player
and singer, who in her day, was in several gospel
bands performing in the Mid-South (U.S) at
churches and on the radio.  She continued to play
and sing until maybe about 4 or 5 years ago
because her hands had become arthritic.  My
great-grandfather was a musician who taught her
and she then gave my mother and aunts that
passion for singing and music; and in turn,
passed it on to their children.  A few years ago
she was inducted into the Southern Gospel Music
Hall of Fame in Hot Springs, AR (her home town).

All this to say, the day that she died I knew I
wanted to sing at her funeral---a fitting tribute
to a lady who had given me so much & we knew we
wanted to 'Sing her out'.  I know you guys are
familiar with Kate Campbell & her song, 'Sing Me
Out'.  My aunts wanted me to sing my
grandmother's favorite hymn, 'What a Friend We
Have in Jesus'.  I wanted the song to be so much
more than just singing a hymn.  There were so
many different songs brought to mind for this
lady of great faith in God and who was now at
rest and finally free.  

My mom and my sister and I sang this and everyone
just loved it.  You'll have to do a little
imagining, since you can't really hear it.  My
mom & sister sang (and harmonized) on 'What a
Friend' and I sang 'Sing Me Out'---just for
reference the 'Sing me out' portions are sung on
the same note as the 'what' in what a
friend...you know!  One of my cousins said she
didn't realize what we were doing & thought
someone had gotten filled with the spirit!  (I
guess I was, nevertheless) We ended the song by
all coming in together and singing the chorus of
the hymn 'His Eye is on the sparrow'.

Here goes:

What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs to bear...
                          
                         Sing me out...

What a priviledge to carry 
Everything to God in prayer...

                        Lay my burdens down...

Oh what peace we often forfeit
Oh what needless pain we bear...
                          
                         Sing me out...

All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer...
                     
                      Take my body to the buryin'(burial, 
                          whatever, I can't remember)ground
                      Sing me over Jordon 'cause
                      I'm glory bound
                      Oh, sweet Lord, won't you
                      sing me out...

I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free
His eyes are on the sparrow
and I know he watches me.


Just thought I'd share,
Anna

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Subject: NN: Re: Remembering Bill Pete
   Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 03:06:08 -0400
   From: "The Kimbros" (kimbroj@charter.net>

3:00 A.M. on a weeknight, too late to sleep
A songwriter's set in a smoky club
Gives way to a fifty dollar bar tab
Nobody listens anyway

But maybe a girl in a dark corner
Who buys another bourbon 
A nod of appreciation 
Not too much eye contact

Sonny's mother died last week
I met her once she had cancer
Like my Evelyn 
Who we buried Monday beneath a pecan tree in Conyers

And I thought of someone in Scott's Valley
Who understood a song about leaving
Then her husband left
And what's the fucking use

Too dark to see
Too much to drink
Too late to sleep
Too late to sleep

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Subject: NN: Bill
   Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 08:47:30 +0100
   From: "Maureen" (mreenparr@clara.co.uk>

I am so very sorry to learn about Bill's sudden death. It's very
moving to read all the heartfelt tributes and memories of him.
He was a fine man of great integrity and humanity who was dearly
loved by many and will be very sadly missed.  I send my sincere
sympathy to Sue and all the family.

Maureen Parr (UK)

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Subject: NN: Bill Peete's Funeral
   Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2002 10:56:05 -0400
   From: DvBGardner@genelogic.com

Bill Page wrote:    
>>// I held up on this digest last night, hoping to have some news on
>>// Bill Peete's funeral. If anyone of use was able to attend, how 'bout
>>// passing it on to us?

Bill -- I know of one person who attended for sure:   Susan Krauss from
Alamedo, CA.  She briefly mentioned it this morning -- she was exhausted
from the trip there, I think.

Many of us were there in spirit and heart yesterday and will continue to
think of Sue as she embarks on the long journey of learning to live without
her soulmate.   Our thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.
What a sad, sad day it was!

Donate

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Subject: NN: Ark Weed
   Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 16:08:40 EDT
   From: ConorMG@aol.com

I want to thank whoever in the US put together the Ark Weed cds I recently 
received copies of from Paul Reeve in the UK.  As I wrote to him:

Paul, I got the cds yesterday and am listening to the second now.  I am 
really overwhelmed by them.  The guitar playing seems better than I've ever 
heard backing her, and she sounds far more natural and confident than 
elsewhere.  I'm not mad about live recordings, because the patter palls on 
later hearings, but at the moment I'm fascinated by what she is saying and 
how. Right now these are my favourites of all her albums, and I am immensely 
grateful to you for them. Can I do anything in return or at least cover the 
costs?  Also can you tell me if there is someone else I should thank for 
these recordings?  I feel very privileged to have them.  At the same time 
I've been re-reading  all the emails about Bill Peete and cutting and pasting 
them into one file.  They are incredibly beautiful and moving.  What 
inspiring people.
Conor

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Subject: Re: NN: Ark Weed
   Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 16:25:23 EDT
   From: PRobin5478@aol.com

ConorMG@aol.com writes: 

> I want to thank whoever in the US put together the Ark Weed cds I recently 
> received copies of from Paul Reeve in the UK.  As I wrote to him: 

I started the Ark weed several months ago and have been, shall we say
"chagrined," that it hasn't been passed around the Nancinet the way other weeds
"grow" on other music lists to which I subscribe. 

I know I sent it out to several people but have yet to see it "weed" the way I
intended. People were decrying the lack of enthusiasm and activity on the
Nancinet.  This is a perfect example. 

If you accepted the weed, you promised to weed it to others on the list. 

So let's try to get this Ark weed growing again.   

Come on, weeders -- offer up this show to other Netters.  It's easy.  And it
might encourage other hoarders of great live Nanci shows to start other weeds. 

We all know there's nothing like live Nanci.  Let's spread the music around. 
OK? 

Peter Robinson 

(P.S.: I didn't "create" the Ark show.  I just got it in a trade with someone -
I forget whom - but it's a great relic of the "Last of the True Believers"
era.) 

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Subject: NN: Re: Dave Carter
   Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 00:10:47 -0600
   From: Jessica Byers (jess913@blackfoot.net>

This might be interesting for people.  There has been a HUGE 
outpouring on the Dave-and-Tracy list on yahoogroups.  Also 
daveandtracy.com has been totally re-done and includes 
updates/details about this.  I am personally just devastated by the 
loss of Dave.   If you have not gotten around to getting their CDs, 
go get some now.  Tracy needs tons of support right now and sales 
from their web site currently are going 100% to her.

-Jess
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>From The Oregonian
Entertainment News

Carter: Duo's performances, albums gained popularity

07/20/02
MARTY HUGHLEY

For the past few years Portland music fans have enjoyed watching the 
local duo of Dave Carter and Tracy Grammer rise from small gigs 
around town to award-winning performances at prestigious festivals to 
national tours and rave reviews.

That ascent was cut short Friday by Carter's sudden death from a 
heart attack at a hotel in Massachusetts.

Carter, 49, died at about 9 a.m. Pacific Daylight Time after jogging, 
according to his manager, Biff Kennedy. The duo was preparing to 
perform today at the Green River Festival in Greenfield, Mass.

Kennedy said no memorial arrangements yet been made as yet. Grammer 
was unavailable late Friday for comment.

Kennedy received dozens of phone calls Friday afternoon from all 
around the United States, from admirers including Joan Baez, the folk 
music legend who invited the duo to tour with her last spring and had 
added several of Carter's songs to her repertoire.

In a Boston Globe interview last September, Baez lauded Carter's rare 
ability to write songs that can be readily interpreted by other 
singers. "It's a kind of genius, you know, and (Bob) Dylan has the 
biggest case of it," she said. "But I hear it in Dave's songs, too. 
There's a very sophisticated feel to the songs. Dave is masterful 
with words, and there's a real spiritual connection in there; nothing 
direct, it's in the imagery, and that really rings bells with me."

"He's probably going to end up becoming one of those legendary guys," 
said John Malloy, who had booked several Portland shows by the duo. 
"He died at his most prolific period, when he was being discovered by 
a lot of people."

Carter was a superb musician, with voice, guitar and banjo, but was 
most praised as a songwriter. Staff writer John Foyston wrote in The 
Oregonian last year, "Carter skitters across the language like a 
water bug but can plunge to depths of the heart and soul without so 
much as a splash."

Carter and Grammer, who also brought vocals as well as violin to the 
duo, recorded their first album, 1998's independently released "When 
I Go," in Grammer's kitchen. But their career quickly advanced from 
such modest circumstances. They soon won the New Folk category at the 
Kerrville Folk Festival, the sort of victory that had helped launch 
the careers of Lyle Lovett and Robert Earl Keen, and they went on to 
top honors at the Napa Valley Music Festival and the Wildflower 
Performing Songwriter Competition. The albums "Tanglewood Tree" in 
2000 and last year's "Drum Hat Buddha" were well-reviewed and earned 
the duo a strong national following.

Carter was born Aug. 13, 1952, in Oxnard, Calif., and raised in 
Oklahoma and Texas. Though he played and studied music since boyhood, 
he worked as a mathematician and computer programmer, and he studied 
Jungian psychology until a 1994 epiphany led him to seriously pursue 
a music career. He and Grammer began performing together in early 
1998.

Survivors include father Robert Carter of Tulsa, Okla., and sister 
Elise Fischer of Lawrence, Kan.

Local music promoter Lisa Lepine, who formerly managed the duo, 
recalled hearing Carter speak in a songwriting seminar earlier this 
month at Lewis & Clark College. He described songwriting as "the 
tongue of angels" and said that his work was "to learn the song from 
God, then write it down so everyone can hear it."

"It's a huge loss," Lepine said. "Dave had a lot more work to do. But 
he's with the angels now, though, speaking in their tongue."

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