Nixon, Nancy and Me

Nancy
Me, Curt Bouterse

Our Story

I like to think it’s curiosity rather than ego that makes me keep tabs on what happens to my musical children as they wander about the country. Since the tunes have a specific point of origin, I’ve always thought it might be fun to write an article (for the Journal of American Folklore or some such) about their evolution. That’s assuming I could trace the exact links: In the beginning A begat B, or maybe the San Diego version connected to the Phoenix version, the Phoenix connected to the Denver, the Denver connected to the neck bone…

[A fellow in Tucson,  John Walkenbach, also a fellow banjo player, writes the well-regarded “J-Walk Blog.” He posted a link to comments historical I made on the Banjo Hangout about the origins of Nixon’s Farewell. Rather than restate them I will simply link below and you can explore his banjo ramblings as well.]

List of my tunes

There are a number of people who have managed to track me down over the years (each one a story in itself) and send me a copy of their CD demonstrating their versions of my tunes. For all of them I am grateful. There are others I have only heard about, mostly through Googling, which has supplanted much of the oral tradition in our times. (Or was that gargling?…) Here is a tentative list of performers who play my tunes publicly. Those who have sent CDs are preceded by (*).

I found a site which offers, as a Ringtone!: “Run Nygaard [sic, sick] Run/Nixon’s Farewell/Feed Her Candy, Tell Her Lies.” (Perhaps from Clyde Curley & the Oxymorons.) I’m not sure if the whole thing would play, but those rings certainly are nauseating. Maybe I could nip this in the bud by withholding my permission. Or maybe someone named Nygaard could.
Write me with any updates or emendations.

(Does anyone else remember one of my favorite lines from old-time radio: “We reserve the right to make additions or deletions at our discretion.”)