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Bio

Medicine Crow was an idea that started sometime in late 2014. Brad Hord and I had just finished the recording of “The Invisible World” project. After several years in a row of doing studio recordings and film scores, I had started to miss playing out and getting that personal reaction from the listener that you only get by playing live. I also wanted to keep things fresh by collaborating with some other area musicians. 
 
It was a slow start, getting together with high school friend and guitarist Mark Addington when time allowed, it didn’t take long  to start bouncing new musical ideas around and reworking songs from previously released CDs, making them more suitable for a planned 4 to 5 piece band.
 
After months of practicing and writing a number of new instrumentals, as well as adding my oldest son Bryson Ferree on percussion, we had a set list that we thought was interesting enough to start booking a few local gigs. We played a couple gigs as a 3 piece before adding Pedro Fraginals on electric guitar/bass. We finished out 2015 playing several more venues and festivals. The audience response was great and the positive feedback was encouraging.
 
We took the winter off to regroup and see what we could do to improve our sound and the songs themselves. Over the next few months Pedro and I stated writing new songs together. I think this process was successful in testing and stretching both of our songwriting and musical boundaries. 
 
During 2016 Medicine Crow would go though several line-up changes with local musicians with different levels of success, before settling on our current line-up. Pedro switched to acoustic guitar, Luke Mccollum replacing Bryson on drums, Brady Norman on electric guitar,  and myself on Native American flute and vocals.
 
Medicine Crow will be playing what I call "Native Americana Jam". Our schedule will start spring 2017  and running through Nov. Dates will be posted on the website, Facebook and Reverbnation. Thanks ahead of time for your support and we hope to see you soon. 

 

Videos

https://youtu.be/EJzdxsE2wPg

 
 
Dates

Sun. March 5th

Owls Eye Vineyard

2:00 pm

Shelby NC

 

Sun. March 26th

Double Shoals Cotton Mill

2:00 pm

Shelby NC

 

 

Sun. April 23rd

Owls Eye Vineyard

3:00 pm

Shelby NC

 

   

Sat. May 27th

Spring Art and Music Festival

1:00 pm

Lake Lure NC

 

Sat. June 24th

Foothills Farmers Market

10:00 am

Shelby NC

 

 

Fri. July 14th

Newgrass Brewing Company

6 pm

Shelby NC

 

 

Sat. July 29th

Hawks Nest Gathering

11:00am and 3:00 pm

Newland NC

 

 

Sat Aug. 19th

  Hot Nights Cool Rides Car Show

10:00 am

Forest City NC

 

 

Sat. Sept. 16th

Art of Sound

1:00 pm

Shelby NC

  

Sat. Oct. 21st

Fall Art and Music Festival

1:00 pm

Lake Lure NC

     

Sat .Nov 4th

Folk Life Festival

11:00 am

Huntersville NC

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Lyrics

 

Ride On, Walk On

 

Deep in the heart of the Indian nation was a gathering of chiefs

The Great Plain tribes would ban together for protection and peace

Until the union army cut them down in the winter of 1864

The Sand Creek massacre of Black Kettles people would only bring more war

 

Ride on Cheyenne soldier and call your tribes from the sky

We will gather on the plains and take back our land and pride

Ride on Cheyenne Soldier, ride on… ride on

 

Driven from their homeland by broken promises and fear

Once a peaceful and powerful people, they now walk a trail of tears

They were marched 1000 miles from home, some crawling on their knees

4000 plus left dead and dying of starvation and disease

 

Walk on Cherokee warrior and call your tribes from the sky

We will rise up out of the mountains and take back our land and pride

Walk on Cherokee Warrior, walk on… walk on

 

Ride on Cheyenne soldier. Walk on Cherokee Warrior

Call your tribes from the skies and take back our land and pride

Ride on, walk on, ride on, walk on

 

 

War Pony

 

She is a heavy silver steed

From the far away land of the Swedes

Born in 1991 only a few left of her breed

She’s a hard driving girl that gets better with age

12 years together now, we turn another page

Many trails we’ve ridden and many still to run

 

War pony is ready to ride into battle again

Down an old dirt road, she is ready to go

Branded and saddled, following those dotted lines

Looking through the rearview, we leave the world behind

 

She’s not as fast as she used to be

Held together with duct tape and need

She feels right and tight in my hands running at full speed

She’s still steady on the flatlands and around the bend

A classic on the outside and safe and warm within

Moving fast, the wind blowing by, she won’t denied

 

War pony is ready to ride into battle again

Down an old dirt road, she is ready to go

Branded and saddled, following those dotted lines,

Looking through the rearview, we leave the world behind

 

War pony is ready to ride into battle again

Down an old dirt road, she is ready to go

Branded and saddled, following those dotted lines,

Looking through the rearview, we leave the world behind

War pony is ready to ride into battle again

Down an old dirt road, she is ready to go

You know she’s ready to go, she’s always ready to go

War pony is ready to ride into battle again

 

 

 

Tears of a Love Gone By

 

We faded slowly… I didn't even know

Like a drum beat in the distance soft and low

But even that drifted until there was no sound

I thought you'd always be around

 

There I go again

Hoping you'll be my friend

But I know otherwise

In my eyes… I can't disguise

Those tears of a love gone by

Those tears of a love gone by

 

When things started to go wrong

It burned like a prairie fire fast and strong

Our love scattered like ashes on the wind

Everything we were consumed in the end

 

There I go again

Hoping you'll be my friend

But I know otherwise

In my eyes… I can't disguise

Those tears of a love gone by

Those tears of a love gone by

 

Down on Old Crow Canyon

I knew you were mine

We were like two at the dawn of time

You were my prophet

Medicine for my soul

Now that you're gone

I don't know where to go

I don't know where to go

 

There I go again

Hoping you'll be my friend

But I know otherwise

In my eyes… I can't disguise

Those tears of a love gone by

Those tears of a love gone by

Those tears of a love gone by

Those tears of a love gone by

 

 
 

Sacred Pipe

 

You take me as I am

An imperfect, struggling, sinning man

But then you knew that all along

And still you raise me up

 

There’s so much I have said and done

So many battles have been lost and won

But you’re still here by my side

It’s you that makes my spirit rise

 

When I draw the smoke from my sacred pipe

I am cleansed and I am purified

I behold the visions from the other side

And In your love I abide

When I draw smoke from the sacred pipe

When I draw smoke from the sacred pipe

 

It’s you that helps me see the signs

My thoughts are no longer compromised

With the smoke I send up this day

You raise me up and show me the way

 

When I draw smoke from the sacred pipe

I am cleansed and I am purified

I behold the visions from the other side

And in your love I abide

When I draw smoke from the scared pipe

When I draw smoke from the scared pipe

 

  

Ballad of Ned Christie

Some say Ned Christie was an Indian outlaw, others say he was an innocent man

While we may never know the truth, this is the legend as it stands

 

Outside a dog town bar a rifle shoot rang out one night

It was the spring of 87 if memory serves me right

A US Marshal named Dan Maples blood was spilled in the street

Killed by an assassin’s bullet walking back to Branch Creek

 

A ruffian named John Parris was picked up for the crime

He said “it was Ned Christie who pulled the trigger not I”

Christie stood 6’4 in the tribal senate where he served

A blacksmith by trade and his demeanor was reserved

 

Ned sent word to his family he said “I wasn’t there when the shooting went down”

He knew killing a white man was a hanging offense, so he quickly left town

A judge named Isaac Parker who was as mean as a rattlesnake

Said "Bring me Ned Christie I don't care what it takes."

 

Ned claimed he was wrongly accused and wasn’t carrying a gun that night

And vowed he wouldn’t be taken to Parkers court, not without a fight

Meanwhile, in Fort Smith, a bounty was put on Christie’s head

The Marshalls and a skilled tracker set out to take him alive or dead

 

They found Ned and his son James hiding out in a cabin near Rabbit Trap

And decided to wait until first light and try to smoke him out

It didn’t take long for smoke to fill the cabin and bullets to fly

Ned was shot in the face, fell hard to the floor and left to die

 

James fled the cabin for the woods but a bullet caught him that day

He was shot while jumping a fence but somehow got away

The lawmen returned the next morning to find Christie wounded but escaped

Ned would hold up in an old rock fort on a hilltop with supplies and wait

 

 
  Ned sent a challenge to the militia, “I dare you to come and take me down.”

They decided not to endanger their men and let Ned stand his ground

Judge Parker was seething and as he sat upon his mighty throne

He issued a decree and said “I want Ned Christie gone.”

 

Ned’s face left scarred, his home destroyed, and wanting to avenge his son

He vowed that he would shoot anyone that came within range of his gun

Christie spent the next 5 years with his family before he got his fight

He was killed by a posse that attacked his fortress with cannon and dynamite

 

Ned’s corpse was dragged around town for days, a rifle strapped across his chest

Before his body was shipped by train to his father and Ned was laid to rest

Years later a witness came forth and said Christie had been framed by a railroad man

But to this day he remains an outlaw to the powers that be and a hero to the Cherokee

 

He was a hero to the Cherokee

He is a hero to the Cherokee

 

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