<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Jam Logs, the Podcast of The 1937 Flood</title><description>Freebies from The 1937 Flood, West Virginia's Most Eclectic String Band! The Flood, the Original Old Boy Band, has been around since the 1970s playing their own brand of mountain music, from blues and jugband to swing and traditional folk. 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The Flood, the Original Old Boy Band, has been around since the 1970s playing their own brand of mountain music, from blues and jugband to swing and traditional folk. 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Here’s our latest version of “Ready for the Times to Get Better.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>Lovin' You Would Be So Good for Me"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/04/lovin-you-would-be-so-good-for-me.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 3 Apr 2026 06:39:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-7383833892813008542</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Flood started playing around with hokum music — those good old jug band tunes from the 1920s — about a half century ago, but it took another 20 years for us to feel confident enough to try to write one of those kind of songs ourselves. Charlie started putting this tune together back in the early 1990s, but then it took another 30 years for us to feel like we could play it. The song didn’t really start coming together until Jack Nuckols joined the band. Who knew that the spark we were waiting for was Jack’s spectacular spoon playing to finally reach that jug band junction? See what you think.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"The Answer is You"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/03/the-answer-is-you.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2026 06:33:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-2169463262280651545</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Most love songs are about young love, and that’s special, but it’s nothing compared to love that has aged like fine wine. Here’s a song to all those champion life-long lovers out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"July, You're a Woman"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/03/july-youre-woman.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Mar 2026 05:12:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-2125226768611310321</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;This old John Stewart composition came to us in the very first hours of The Flood’s origin story. And now, a half century later, darned if it hasn’t rolled back into our lives.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Make Me a Pallet on Your Floor"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/03/make-me-pallet-on-your-floor.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2026 06:21:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-696506933765329047</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;We do a version of this song that most people don’t sing. We got our inspiration from an old Folkways album that Rolf Cahn and Eric von Schmidt recorded back in 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Alberta, Let Your Hair Hang Low"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/03/alberta-let-your-hair-hang-low.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 6 Mar 2026 06:48:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-3616962335045897223</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here’s a song that we likely wouldn’t even know about were it not for the diligence and the curiosity of a researcher who was far from an ordinary young woman of her time. Born in 1892 to a prominent family in Paducah, Ky, Mary Guthrie Wheeler was destined from the start for adventure. Rather than settling into a quiet, conventional life, she embraced the extraordinary. And her most enduring adventure took place right at home, collecting the songs and stories in the hardscrabble life of the men and women who worked along the Ohio River. Here’s one she found for her 1944 book, “Steamboatin’ Days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Can You Run?"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/02/can-you-run.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2026 07:04:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-8280628260440793580</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s hard to believe, but it’s been 10 years now since Randy Hamilton brought us this tune. It resonated with us then and even more so today. Written by Eastern Kentucky’s own Chris Stapleton, this is an anthem to the power of resistance and redemption.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Come On Up to the House"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/02/come-on-up-to-house.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2026 06:25:09 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-7947235788522734973</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;We sure wish we had started doing this song back when our buddy Dave Peyton was still alive. Oh, how Dave would have loved the goofy, gritty gospel vibe of this tune from the incomparable Mister Tom Waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Spooky"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/02/spooky.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2026 06:34:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-6633212291686732096</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our Randy Hamilton was just born to sing songs like this. He and Danny Cox brought us “Spooky,” this old Classics IV tune, last summer and we’ve been loving it ever since.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Lady Be Good"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/02/lady-be-good.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 6 Feb 2026 06:49:20 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-2261311576312567596</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;The fun of playing some songs is that we just never know what we’re going to hear. This George Gershwin piece is like that, ever since Danny Cox brought better chords for last year. Now the song is like a shiny little red convertible parked in the garage just waiting for the next sunny day. You and your buddies pile in, not knowing where you’re going, just enjoying the company and the sights and the sounds of each other’s laughter along the way. Hop in! We’re going for a joy ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Hard Times (Who Knows Better Than I?)"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/01/hard-times-who-knows-better-than-i.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2026 07:05:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-3570943218680206205</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some songs just seem to go to the heart of what connects us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Driving Wheel"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/01/driving-wheel.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2026 05:25:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-4711277189638983929</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes the chemistry’s right — the stars align — however you want to say it… and the best song of the night is one you didn’t even plan to do. Here’s that moment from a recent rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Pecan Pie &amp; Sassafras Tea"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/01/pecan-pie-sassafras-tea.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2026 06:17:02 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-2029474693973862815</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Charlie’s Grandma Bowen had a thing about mockingbirds. When he was just a little boy he remembers her winking at him and saying, “Now, Eddie, be careful what you say around mockingbirds. Those darn birds? They’ll tell your secrets every time.” That notion came back to him recently when he started writing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Black Coffee"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/01/black-coffee.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 9 Jan 2026 06:33:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-2167033536577075387</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our guitarist Danny Cox paints pictures with his sound. He has a positively uncanny capacity for discovering ways to bring out the colors and textures in all kinds of melodies and to plant stories in the minds of everyone who hears. Just listen to his treatment of this rich old Sonny Burke composition, finding all kinds of new magic and nuance in this poignant melody. Here — have some “Black Coffee”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"It's a Sin to Tell a Lie"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2026/01/its-sin-to-tell-lie.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 2 Jan 2026 07:10:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-8001927684123724619</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;This song has rattled around in the Floodisphere for decade but only recently did we decide to give it a try. Whaddaya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>Merry Christmas from the Floodisphere</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/12/merry-christmas-from-floodisphere.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2025 06:15:08 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-3531037884031872817</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wrapping up recent Christmas party, The Flood UN-wrapped its new anthem to winter, this mashup of “Moscow Nights” with “Greensleeves.” It’s our gift to you. Merry Christmas from the Floodisphere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>Our Raucous Christmas Gift</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/12/our-raucous-christmas-gift.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2025 06:19:01 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-7340621246478513933</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Christmas is usually a pretty raucous time in our band room, with old friends coming back around and new friends ... well, new folks just starting to figure us out. Yes, indeed, we do tend to take those tidings of comfort and joy at their word. And our holiday celebration is especially memorable if we’ve got that jolly ol’ Jim Rumbaugh in the room, as we did at a festive gathering at the Bowen House last weekend. To make the season bright, we have to get Jim doing his bluesy Christmas contribution that he calls, “Got My Yule Log Burnin’.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"For Baby (For Bobbie)"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/12/for-baby-for-bobbie.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2025 06:32:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-210996877674857987</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the first tunes that my cousin Kathy Castner and I did when we started singing together more than 30 years ago is this lovable love song from early in John Denver’s writing career. So it’s only natural that “For Baby” is in the mix whenever Kathy gets to make one of her rare trips from Cincinnati to Huntington to sit in with the band. Here’s a take on the tune from last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>This Week's Freebie from The 1937 Flood</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/12/this-weeks-freebie-from-1937-flood.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 5 Dec 2025 05:29:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-5452336490628540841</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whether it comes at the beginning of an evening of music or at the end, &lt;a href="http://1937flood.com/audio/podcasts/floodcast804.mp3"&gt;this old 1929 hokum classic is always good for a few laughs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZRed5wOwjuWU67ltrsAdxVRZphJ-vL0a8k0jb3lDGKZKVM9pXTqhFc-8tIaJyFzbqJEwl9Y5-fxgAEUi0yD58GhmguIlsSqPYcx7Y94YMgylcfZHCIHyIpCyh-Gxqy9TGLvtzh8S0q1T-Z1Y6BCm8vzDpP5-QFYwMPFsvQwr7mcVOGzi8xeI1-KEuCSh/s757/eyes.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="757" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZRed5wOwjuWU67ltrsAdxVRZphJ-vL0a8k0jb3lDGKZKVM9pXTqhFc-8tIaJyFzbqJEwl9Y5-fxgAEUi0yD58GhmguIlsSqPYcx7Y94YMgylcfZHCIHyIpCyh-Gxqy9TGLvtzh8S0q1T-Z1Y6BCm8vzDpP5-QFYwMPFsvQwr7mcVOGzi8xeI1-KEuCSh/s320/eyes.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZRed5wOwjuWU67ltrsAdxVRZphJ-vL0a8k0jb3lDGKZKVM9pXTqhFc-8tIaJyFzbqJEwl9Y5-fxgAEUi0yD58GhmguIlsSqPYcx7Y94YMgylcfZHCIHyIpCyh-Gxqy9TGLvtzh8S0q1T-Z1Y6BCm8vzDpP5-QFYwMPFsvQwr7mcVOGzi8xeI1-KEuCSh/s72-c/eyes.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author><enclosure length="7036243" type="audio/mpeg" url="http://1937flood.com/audio/podcasts/floodcast804.mp3"/><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>&amp;nbsp;Whether it comes at the beginning of an evening of music or at the end, this old 1929 hokum classic is always good for a few laughs.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>The 1937 Flood</itunes:author><itunes:summary>&amp;nbsp;Whether it comes at the beginning of an evening of music or at the end, this old 1929 hokum classic is always good for a few laughs.</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>The,1937,Flood,jugband,Charlie,Bowen,West,Virginia,folk,music</itunes:keywords></item><item><title>"Yas Yas Duck"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/12/yas-yas-duck.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 5 Dec 2025 05:28:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-3030228048791613969</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whether it comes at the beginning of an evening of music or at the end, this old 1929 hokum classic is always good for a few laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Spoon River"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/11/spoon-river.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2025 06:10:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-3746979885375350312</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;While it’s not specifically about the holidays, a song that says “all our lives were entwined to begin with” seems especially relevant right about now. Happy Thanksgiving, dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Baby's Coming Home"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/11/babys-coming-home.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2025 05:28:10 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-7452220344959594841</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here’s another tune that Danny Cox has brought to us from his decades of lovingly listening to the landmark recordings of Chet Atkins and Jerry Reed.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"(When She Wants Good Lovin') My Baby Comes to Me"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/11/when-she-wants-good-lovin-my-baby-comes.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2025 07:03:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-821692361518790277</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here’s another tune we’re working up to include on the new album when we start recording in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"Did He Ramble?"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/11/did-he-ramble.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 7 Nov 2025 07:32:01 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-4461647631189897164</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some of these old tunes could stand a little revision. Last week as we began this old Charlie Poole number, our Danny Cox proposed a bit of judicious editing to tidy up the grammar. Check it out.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item><item><title>"When You Say Nothing at All"</title><link>http://jamlogs.blogspot.com/2025/10/when-you-say-nothing-at-all.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2025 06:44:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1094006593083068035.post-5237166213858949616</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Some songs are like old friends. This old Paul Overstreet-Don Schlitz tune that Keith Whitley made famous is certainly like that. We hadn’t played it in six months or more, and then one sultry night last August, it strolled back into the band room like it had never left. Danny Cox kicked off those first chords, then Randy Hamilton stepped up with the opening lyrics and… well, take a listen…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>charlesbowen@bowenbooks.com (The 1937 Flood)</author></item></channel></rss>