Includes the following songs: Light is not straight, Cry again, Don't lose yourself in me, I don't care, Song for the road, What it was was, October afternoon, Your face passing, Lightbearer, Like beasts, Dancing alone, Toma by you, Bluebird Echo, Protest, boogie, Worried life blues, Childless blues, Terminal blues, Just howl, Drifting, Luv yur big 'b's, Addiction song, Fang's car, Rattlesnake rock, What else blues, How much can a rich man take, and Wolverine roll. Wolfe Pack was an atypical band that first played in the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia for years. Some songs were written in 1964 for Joe & the Rebels sock hop appearances. Mostly, we sang Elvis-it was what the dancers wanted, so we complied- they were still fun to sing. After moving to northern Idaho in in 1970, we made up, borrowed and transformed songs at some meetings of the Palouse Poets Collective (near Four-mile Creek, Viola, Idaho). At first we met at the Downtown Ladies Club, which not only served the Ladies Quilting Club, but also the County Voting, Social Meetings, Flea Markets, and Community Potluck Dinners. The building survived the old bar, gas station, country store, and post office, which were lost to the consolidation madness of progress. Later we moved the sessions to a cabin in Altazor Forest (75 acres), often around a bonfire at the edge of the Palouse grasses. There were three guitars and three buffalo drums-some songs worked out better in the dark. When friends from Oregon and Washington visited, we would sometimes host a Council of All Beings. Several members moved to a 420-acre forest in Oregon and played around the Umpqua River Valley after 1990 (we all seem to like river valleys). The band expanded with new members in 2000 and played in Bulgaria until 2002-we were centered in the Ostretz river valley but played gigs throughout the country, as well as in Greece, Romania and Yugoslavia. We often played in discos and had to adjust the selections for that surviving venue (in Europe). Since then except for a long new year's session every year, we practice using Skype.
About the Author: Morgan Hood Wolfe (piano) is a successful songwriter, making millions with his hummable, strummable tunes. He winters in Albania, where he raises racing mink for the Russian sport season. He keeps boats at every major seaport, so he can reach the water quickly; his staff is always prepared for his arrival with a variety of food, women, and Mad TV reruns. He enjoys snorkeling and composing underwater. Louise de Bon Urberville (drums) is a former astronaut, with degrees in astrophysics and galactic ecology. She works as an antique buyer for Trump hotels. Her hobby is snake conservation; she has three as pets, which she is considering using in an act as a stripper. She is married to a famous CIA operative, xxxx xxxxxxxxxx, who has retired and started a baby-sitting service, based on xxxxxxx xxxxx. Kristi Andrews (drums) is an advisor to presidents on economic issues, a job that disappears when it is not fluctuating wildly in its compensation. With John Oliver she operates a personal biography writing service for successful financiers who have honesty handicaps. She is living in the south of France with five Egyptian cats. She has been dating Prince Albert von Mort und Taxes regularly at his castles, and Guy Candy on weekends in Mont K-Marte. Ami Redfern (percussion) is a veteran model in the fashion world, with her cutting edge good looks and pet-like demeanor. She keeps ahead of the game in magazines like Alley and Bizarre. Her outdoor love is snowboarding in the mountains of Colorado, although picking up garbage in the Erie river is an important summertime photo op. Her husband, Ken, is a cat-lover and full-time photographer for Bacteria. Marcus Sullivan (drums, guitar) prefers to remain anonymous, although a simple web search reveals that he has a cabin in the desert outside Frisbe, Arizona, where he is running up the hill nude, waving a Yugo M59 sks rifle at our drone, shouting something-uh, oh, he stepped on that small cactus-this should be on Metube later. His tan looks a little too deep; that mole on his left arm should be looked at. Devorah Bell (drums, paint brushes) is an independent inventor of holographic nail-polish, edible cell phones, and quantum foam clothing-and other devices soon to be released. While practicing law, she started sketching her clients for potential blackmail. Nowdays, she sketches patterns by the decade-these presentations are from the 1960s baby! Eye them appreciatively (or she'll come sketch you).