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Michael Reno Harrell is an award winning songwriter, as well as a veteran storyteller and entertainer, and he’s from the South… the Southern Appalachian Mountains to hone it a bit finer. One could compare Michael's performances to his granddaddy's pocket knife: well warn and familiar feeling, but razor sharp and with a point. His brand of entertainment appeals to a very diverse audience. A typical day for Michael might include a program for 4th graders in the afternoon and a concert for a mixed audience that evening. Michael's recordings top the Americana Music Association charts year after year. His original songs and stories have been described as “Appalachian grit and wit” but, as his writing shows, Michael’s awareness is much broader than the bounds of his boyhood home or even the Southern Experience. Having toured throughout the British Isles and much of Europe, as well as most of the US, the songs he writes and the stories he creates reflect an insight into people’s experiences that catch the ear like an old friend's voice. Michael's natural knack for storytelling, in print, song and spoken word has earned him praise from not only the music community but from the literary and storytelling worlds as well, having had the honor of being a Featured Teller at the National Storytelling Festival and to be Teller In Residence at the International Storytelling Center, as well as performing at major music events like MerleFest and the Walnut Valley Festival. Along with his performances, Michael often conducts workshops in songwriting and storytelling as well. Michael's recordings have for years received and continue to garner awards in Country, Americana and Folk circles. His humor and wit, as well as the emotional depth of his work, keep his fan base growing and staying tuned in for whatever comes next. Don’t miss the chance to experience what those faithful fans keep returning again and again to enjoy. For more information on the shows and artists, please click on link at the top of the page: In The House Concert Series. As always, thanks for your continued support and for keeping the music alive.   2011/2012 Season PETER COOPER SATURDAY, DECEMBER 17, 2011 FAYSSOUX STARLING MCLEAN W/BRANDON TURNER SATURDAY, JANUARY 14, 2012 MICHAEL RENO HARRELL SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 18, 2012 Past Performers: Grant Peeples -- May 21, 2011 Carry Elkin -- March 27, 2011 Peter Cooper -- December 18, 2010 Jonathon Byrd -- November 20, 2010 Matt Ranck with Brandon Turner-- October 16, 2010 Angela Easterling -- Saturday, May 15, 2010 David Childers -- Saturday, April 17, 2010 Matt Ranck w/ Brandon Turner --Fri, March 12 Danny Schmidt -- Friday, February 12, 2010 Greg Trooper -- January 22, 2010 Peter Cooper and Eric Brace -- Dec. 12, 2009 Micheal Reno Harrell -- November 13, 2009 Carla Ulbrich -- October 2009 Thanks to all for your support and keeping the music alive! living for peace, theresa halfacre :) PLEASE SEND COMMENTS, QUESTIONS OR ANSWERS (!) TO theresa.halfacre@att.net Poets, artists and mystics Seize moments in between lines Of each lifetime to the next Rediscovering and healing In a way only imagination can express Far ahead and in our future We travel to and fro We paint a path before us In order to let go For guilt that trips us nowhere Is worth less than we could know We can ponder the meaning of life Look for character in clouds Winding rivers and twisted lands Any image revealed is meaningless If we let it kick us And refuse to kick back Without treasuring its mortal wisdom There's a darkend alley and an endless shore There's a someone singing folklore, someone praying in a music store Theres lines on the corner, there's less than perfect sleep There are victims of survival, inventions of disease Causes and cures, sufferage and greed Angels and epiphanies, we're all Someone In Need Don't you weep In daylight or dawn Walk on, move forward Think ahead, think again Don't you weep Your loss is your love Hold tight to it and then Lay it down, lay it down Walk on to move forward again Everything and everyone that surrounds us Will be discovered and revealed One day we'll all be dreamers One day there will be healing for all For All is who we are on the inside Inside, resurfacing and beckoning a call A call of arms, of love, of peace Withered or tattered, whole piece by piece Ultimately we are One in need of love The blood on our hands is the blood running free Free to run somewhere, perhaps to the very same need. We share the very same need Don't weep, don't weep At least, not tonight Your loss is your love Hold tight to it and then Lay it down, lay it down Walk on to move forward again Far ahead and in our future We travel to and fro We paint a path before us In order to let go For guilt that trips us nowhere Is worth less than we could know August 2009 Please send questions, comments and answers to: theresa.halfacre@att.net   With a stone cold face she left the room Thought about home and sleeping ‘til noon Grabbed the paper and her coffee cup Walked to her car parked by the garbage truck She got in her car, drove ten miles or so Thought about home and letting things go Rubbed her head ‘cause you know a head aches When the wheels keep turning after you hit the breaks She thought about little boys and girls Living in ghetto’s and tripping on pills She could free her guilt if she was willing To be seen through eyes as the villain It’s a cold, cold day But I’m not cold enough to leave you this way It’s a cold, cold day The blackbirds are flying, the winter is here Most days I think it’s been a pretty good year But on this cold, cold day I’m not cold enough to leave you this way No I’m not cold enough today But, I might be … come May With a stone cold face she put the car in reverse Thought about home and a spiritual nurse Glanced at her paper and her coffee cup Drove back to that broken down garbage truck She got outta her car, walked ten steps or so Looked at Maria in her soil-soaked clothes Rubbed her head ’cause you know a head aches When a fire is burning to take what it takes She thought about little boys and girls Living in ghetto’s and tripping on pills She could free her guilt if she was willing To be seen through eyes as the villain It’s a cold, cold day But I’m not cold enough to leave you this way It’s a cold, cold day The blackbirds are flying, the winter is here Most days I think it’s been a pretty good year But on this cold, cold day I’m not cold enough to leave you this way No I’m not cold enough today But, I might be …. come May Just when she thought Maria wouldn’t speak Maria smiled and said, in a voice soft and weak “I’ll give you a bible if you give me a dream, One of my family and my horse, Melody.” “I’ve got applesauce in a McDonald’s cup,” “Mary told me it would bring good-luck, It’s been three days since I’ve had a nap I’m going to sleep; I won‘t be back” With a stone cold face, Maria drifted to sleep Grabbed a dream and one taste of freedom She left her bible ’cause it gave her a dream If we live long enough, maybe we'll read it Four girls walked to the garbage truck Three looked down; one spoke up “You can’t wake-up Maria She’s won’t be giving away bibles She’s won’t be tripping on pills You can’t wake-up Maria If her eyes open on the dark side of hell Only God can tell her what she’s done 2009 | In The House Concert Series | Artists and Links | Todd Snider | David Childers | Storyhill with Ellis | The Unnofficial Half | Pictures | Theresa | Return Home | Calendar of Events | |
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