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Best Branson Country Show Hank Willams influence on Jim Owe
The best Branson Country show features many of Jim Owen's hits, here he talks about how the story and music of Hank Williams, Senior influenced him. Jim's Show returns August 24th to Branson
Patsy Cline Remembered - Branson, MO
2014 Matinee Show of the Year! Come see C.J. Newsom and her award winning band, The Re-Cliners, perform your favorite classic country music.
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WRITTEN BY ED PRIDEMORE AND TIM HADLER VIDEO BY LINDA MAGUIRE
Tim Hadler - SCREAM (Official Music Video)
THE STORY, THE MUSIC: From Trauma to Triumph
Tim Hadler, co-wrote SCREAM with 91-year-old Navy veteran Leon Faddis. During WWII, Leon served from 1944 to 1945 on the USS Alaska, a battle cruiser assigned to protect the American fleet in the South Pacific during the war with Japanese Imperial forces. Upon his return to the States, Leon suffered for 67 years from nightmares and other symptoms related to his combat experience. Leon has dealt with his personal aftermath of combat in a unique way by putting his story into a song which has helped him deal with the hidden scars of battle. He was finally able to overcome the lingering trauma through sharing his story and the creation of this timeless song of hope and faith.
“When the planes hit the twin towers, I had big flashbacks. I was able to relate to other Veterans and the problems they were having. Then we wrote SCREAM and everything was fine. No more flashbacks. I helped write the song so veterans like me can find their way home from the scars of war. ––Leon H Faddis, WWII, Navy Veteran
SCREAM recording session was produced in Nashville, Tennessee by recording artist Tim Hadler.
Producer - Kent Wells First Engineer - Patrick Murphy Assistant Engineers - Kyle Dickinson, Taylor Tharpe Production Assistant: Christine Winslow
Pat Buchan - Electric Guitar Paul Hollowell - Piano/ B3/Keys Lonnie Wilson - Drums /Percussion Mike Brignardello - Bass Guitar Kent Wells - Acoustic Guitar Steve Hinson - Steel Guitar
Mix Engineer - Patrick Murphy Background Vocals - Christine Winslow
MUSIC VIDEO PRODUCED BY: ELEVENTH HOUR MOTION PICTURES LLC
Producer- Sarah Cook Directed By - Rob Cook Director of Photography - James Burgess
Juli Tapkin (Veterans Wife) Marketing Director Bill Jones Military Advisor Nick Suhling
Military uniforms and weapons provided by: Eagle Armory Springfield Air Soft Armory Springfield Fort Branson Military Gifts
Special Thanks: Jeanette and Dick Taylor Lyn Burgess Jeff Tapkin Sandy Jones Richard Keaster Treasure Lake RV Resort Justin Machacek Daystar TV Buster Prine Mark Silverthorn
Locations: Harry & Kathryn Sperle (Veterans House) Missouri Veterans Cemetery Springfield Cushman Properties (Combat Scene) Barbra Fairchild Theater (Stage Performance)
Excerpt from their Dollywood gig September 2nd 2012 by DollywoodShows
Tim Hadler opening for Easton Corbin CMA Fest 2015
CMA FESTIVAL OF 2015 Tim Hadler opened for Easton Corbin in the Honky Tonk Alley.
Charlie Daniels Band - Uneasy Rider 88'
The Charlie Daniels Band preforming Uneasy Rider 88'
Lyrics:
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
And a whole lot of show
Adn with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this time
But if I catch you again
I'm gonna slap you in the county jail
We said thank you sir you sure been nice
And you ain't gonna have to tell us twice
And we were Southbound and down with the wind
Blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune
And we were pulling into Houston
Checking out all them places
I was feeling dry and I said I think
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink
And old Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller singing about suicide
I said Jim this ain't our kind of place
He said well let's just have one round anyway
So against my better judgement we walked on inside
Went up to the bar and we sat down
This feller walked up and said I'll buy this round
And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes
And everybody in that place looked just about like him
I said Jim this ain't our kind of bar
Let's just go on out and get back in the car
'Cause there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no sense in taking a chance
We was getting up getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it there's something missing
There's fellers dancing and fellers kissing
There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose
He said partner I just can't turn this down
You just go over there and have one more round
And I'll dance with the lady
And we'll get on down the road
So he walked away and left me alone
But this funny looking feller kept coming on
And he was making me mad with some of the things he said
Then he put his hand on my knee
I said if you don't get your paw off me
I'm gonna locate your nose around
The other side of your head
He said I love it when you get that fire in your eye
I said well partner try this on for size
And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light
Everybody in that place must have been his friend
They all headed for me I said this is the end
But where I come from we don't give up
Without a fight
They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door
We lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it stayed that way
We were going down the highway
Doing about a hundred and ten
We were headed for home and we was getting nearer
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pulling us over again
Now I'm sitting here in this county jail
I had to call my daddy to go our bail
But I learned me a lesson
That I never will forget again
I've done give up drinking I've give up bars
And running around the country in souped up cars
I'm going back where the women are women
And the men are men