- [Announcer] Produced in Athens at the Ohio University Telecommunication Center.

- [Host] From Athens, Ohio, Hocking Valley Bluegrass presents Lost John and the Hutchison Brothers.

(♪ Hello, hello) (♪ You got pretty hair) (♪ Hello, hello) (♪ Can't you see that I care) (♪ Wouldn't you like some of my tangerine?)

(♪ I know I would never treat you mean) (♪ Hello, hello) (♪ You got a pretty little smile) (♪ Hello, hello) (♪ Can't you stop and talk for a while?)

(♪ I can give just the tiny little sliver) (♪ Off the side of my little orange tangerine) (♪ You know I would never treat you mean) (♪ You used to think I was so high up above ya) (♪ Never did know how much I'd have loved ya) (♪ Now I ain't so far away) (♪ There's just one thing that I like to say) (♪ Is howdy doodleoodleoodleoodleoodleoodleoodle) (♪ Oodleoodleoodleoodle to you) (♪ Hello, hello) (♪ Can't you see that I care) (♪ I'd give you just a tiny little sliver) (♪ Off the side of my little orange tangerine) (♪ You know I could never treat you mean) (♪ No, no) (♪ You know I could never treat you mean) (♪ Do do do do do do) (audience claps, hoots and whistles) - All righty there.

(Crowd hollers for more) Oh, you little devils, you little devils are easily deceived, I see.

I like to get you in a card game.

(laughs wickedly) Would you gentlemen want a group back up here?

Yo, just group up here, and... (tuning, picking instrument) These things here, all you TV people, are known as your "Arthur Godfrey cord changers".

They help you, (item clatters to floor) They help you drop on, drop 'em on the floor's what they help you do.

They help you get up there and do things that, ordinarily, you just, it'd just be too much for the end of your fingers, it'd be too much to expect of 'em.

(plucking strings) Unless you was Django Reinhardt, of course.

You know who he is?

72 years old, lives in New York city, up there, on the Bowery, sellin' homogenized bagels.

Plays the guitar in his spare time, there.

Well, I get Bob here, on the mandolin, to start one off here, called the "Ralph's Banjo Daybreak in Special Dixie".

(enthusiastic mandolin plays) (band joins in) (banjo plays solo) (fiddle plays exciting solo) (mandolin plays solo) (crowd claps, hollers) - Hey, Bob, after exercising the ends of his fingers, there, so, so steadfastly and, uh, acidulously- that's clean word- and, uh, and uh, with such a plum is going to, now, sing ya a beautiful song, raise his voice, in golden and mellifluous throws of song.

One, here, called "Today Has Been A Lonesome Day".

(Bluegrass music starts playing) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ Tomorrow gonna be the same old way) (Banjo plays solo) (♪ They carried my mother to the burying ground) (♪ They carried my mother to the burying ground) (♪ They carried my mother to the burying ground) (♪ I watched them as they laid her down) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ Tomorrow's gonna be the same old way) (Mandolin plays solo) (♪ Did you ever hear a church bell toll) (♪ Did you ever hear a church bell toll) (♪ Did you ever hear a church bell toll) (♪ You'll know that I am dead and gone) (♪ Tomorrow's gonna be a lonesome day) (♪ It has been a lonesome day) (♪ Today has been a lonesome day) (♪ And tomorrow's gonna be the same old way) (crowd claps, hoots, hollers) - Hey, hey.

Hey, hey and a hidey-ho.

Aw, Bob, that's great.

He's got a voice so high only dogs can hear it.

(bystander laughs) We're gonna do ya an instrumental tune, here.

Old Don Reno composition here, called the "Dixie Breakdown".

See how it comes out.

(Upbeat, exciting Bluegrass music plays) (Banjo plays solo) (Fiddle plays solo) (Banjo plays solo) (Mandolin plays solo) (Acoustic guitar plays solo) (Crowd hollers and claps) (Banjo plays solo) (Crowd claps, hoots, hollers) You know, uh, you know what's happening is, it's hot under these lights, that's what's happening.

But the main thing is, we want to get these boys, Greg and Bob here, to fiddle ya fiddle and banjo number, the way they used to do, back about two weeks ago.

(crowd chatters indistinctly) They want to do you one, here, uh, this is a kind of a medley of old-time-tunes that they've got together, called "Two White Nickels" and "Jimmy Johnson Pass The Jug Around The Hill".

(Fiddle begins to play lead) (Banjo accompanies) (crowd claps) Aww, boys, that was dandy.

I'm gonna do ya a folk song.

All right?

This, here, is a folk song, this is a folk song that I made, being an ordinary folk, and everything, you know.

And this is about, this is about, like, heartbreak, sorrow, agony, death, destruction.

Various eschatological implications end-of-the-worldly-type stuff.

But mo, mo, mostly it's about a thing that happened, here, a few years ago.

(plucking guitar string) - [Attendee] Bob Dylan!

- It's about, well, this is a Bob Dylan, satire song, is what it is, that's really what it is.

This is back when Bob was writing all them songs about agony and misery and political injustice and stuff.

This tune here, you remember, here, a few years ago when the guy cheated at the Soapbox Derby?

That's what this song about.

(crowd laughs & claps) 'Cause you know, I thought that, you know, I thought, you know, that's a really a rotten thing to do, you know?

All those little guys there, with their little cheese boxes with wheels on 'em, and their little ball caps and everything, thinking they got a chance, and here comes this guy with 50 or 60 grand-worth of, you know, super-cheese box, you know, and just blows away these poor little fellows that are in there with their $15 carts, you know.

You know, you know, you know, you know, you know, why don't you say you know?

(plucks a few strings on guitar) But since I'm full of, of the Russian Airstream Virus, here, I can't do my Bob imitation.

I'll hate to do this, in, just-John-with-a-cold.

(strums guitar) I'll do this over.

(plays guitar) (♪ Maybe you wonder what's going down in his nation) (♪ You're just an ordinary citizen, like me.)

(♪ It seemed to be a most peculiar situation) (♪ And things don't seem like they ever seem to be) (♪ The politicians bell-clap tongue keeps clanging) (♪ And the daily news has intoned it without fail) (♪ They got a candidacy for the most immediate hanging) (♪ They got a thing on a man) (♪ And they gonna truck him off to jail) (♪ The churches that are spread around this country) (♪ With gilded tongues, just flatter and they plead) (♪ They criticize the Lord and they tamper with his word) (♪ And they inculcate the land with their disease) (♪ It was priests and politicians who killed Jesus) (♪ When he tried to teach them children how to see) (♪ When they hated and despised him) (♪ Then they crucified him) (♪ They hung that gentle poet on a tree) (♪ It's sweet to dance to mandolins and fiddles) (♪ To dance to music delicate and rare) (♪ But dancing's never sweet) (♪ When there's chains upon your feet) (♪ And they're tapping out their routine on the air) (♪ I like to speak to the tainted seed of judgment) (♪ Whose slanted verdicts number like a sin) (♪ Your neck may feel the noose) (♪ When your very children choose) (♪ To deliver you up to the jailers hand) (♪ I'd like to speak to that seed of corruption) (♪ That high seat puts in another day) (♪ Is known as the world of Rome) (♪ Is now a deadly bomb) (♪ whose label reads "Made In The USA") (♪ If you must have blood to sustain you in your power) (♪ If the trap door on your scaffold has to spring) (♪ Then I could humbly nominate) (♪ A most worthy candidate) (♪ Whose record earns him every right to swing) (♪ You oughta hang the man that cheated) (♪ At the Soapbox Derby) (♪ You oughta hang him up high where everyone can see) (♪ You oughta hang the man) (♪ That cheated at the Soapbox Derby) (♪ Let some o' good people that you're keepin') (♪ In your jail go free) (Crowd claps and whoops) Aw, now.

You see, That tune, that tune is to be regarded strictly as satire.

You understand?

'Cause nothing like that ever happens, or anything like that, you know?

So, would you gentlemen want to group back up here?

This is about time for our boot heels to be tippy-tap-toein' on down the old pipe.

Like to get these fellows here to render you an old Bluegrass number, here, a composition by Mr. Ralph Stanley, here, called the "Clinch Mountain Backstep" (Banjo begins plucking jaunty tune) (Fiddle plays solo) (Banjo plays solo) (Mandolin plays solo) (guitar takes lead) (crowd claps) We'll do ya a tune, here, this is a tune I made, here, you guys, about heartbreak and sorrow, here.

One called "The Deep End" (attendee claps) (band begins sprightly, yet somber, tune) (♪ I thought that when I met you) (♪ I could put my trust in you) (♪ And I believed that everything you said was true) (♪ But now you gone and left me) (♪ To let a stranger rule your heart) (♪ And I've lost all the faith I had in you) (♪ Well, it's over, it's all over now) (♪ I can tell you that it's true) (♪ These lonely nights they've gotten me) (♪ So I don't know what to do) (♪ Don't ask me, when I meet you) (♪ Just to treat you like a friend) (♪ "Cause after losin' you I'm off the deep end) (Fiddle takes lead) (Mandolin plays solo) (♪ These city lights surround me) (♪ As I walk the streets alone) (♪ Make the people's faces seem so dark and cold) (♪ This loneliness that's found me) (♪ Has made my heart a stone) (♪ And my arms have only emptiness to hold) (♪ Well I know that I've got to face it now) (♪ I know that I've lost you) (♪ But something inside me keeps crying out) (♪ You know that it can't be true) (♪ Don't ask me when I meet you) (♪ Just to treat you like a friend) (♪ 'Cause after losin' you I'm off the deep end) (♪ Don't ask me when I meet you) (♪ Just to treat you like a friend) (♪ 'Cause after) (continues playing) - [Host] Hawking Valley Bluegrass is produced, in part, through a grant from the Ohio Educational Television Network Commission.

(Crowd claps, hoots and hollers)