Adem Home Songs CD - Import

We evolved from an occasional backyard get-together, to what you hear on the first album, released in February of 2001, titled "Hangin' from the Conchos" and now on the second album, titled Tied Behind the Cantle". Most of us live in the small farming community of Hooper, Utah, perched on the flatlands, adjacent to the Great Salt Lake, in Northern Utah.

Every member of this group has lived and loved the ranch lifestyle, even though they have had to let go of the old ways and the laid back business of cows, horses, haying and irrigating in the hot sun."Heaven knows we never thought we would ever go into a studio and record an album, it just happened", laughs Cindy Argyle, little blonde wife of bass player, Kurt "Snoose" Argyle. "Snoose", born and raised on the family ranch in Randolph, Utah, looks the part of every long legged, red mustachioed cowboy you ever read about in a Louis L'Amore western novel. Cindy sings and plays percussion. She loved visiting grandpa, in Rock Springs, and doing cowboy things with him. Both of them enjoy the cowboy life, and helping out, while visiting Snoose's brother that happens to be a range rider, above Evanston, Wyoming.

Brian Arnold, born 100 years too late, gifted with the ability to pen a poem or a song which paints a picture so real, you can almost smell the bacon or hear the horses whinny, sings lead vocals. He writes most of the original material, and lends body to the songs on the album with good solid rhythm guitar work. He's a good cowboy, looks the part, and works cattle like he was born to.

Roy Glover, the old timer in the group, raised on a ranch in South Texas, still enjoys going on an occasional cattle drive and reliving his boyhood years of ridin', ropin' and wrestlin' those spunky young bovine critters. He is the great talent of the group, lending his fine lead guitar work along with bass and baritone vocal harmonies. He made his first $10, playing guitar, at 8 years old, (of course, that was before Texas was a state).

My playing has always been sporadic with three or four months at a time going by without picking up the guitar, followed by three or four where I did. That was the norm till in 1984 when a chicken sized brain tumor made itself known and from which I was subsequently separated. By the latter 80s I was playing regularly again, but after being told in the early 1990s that I had Parkinson's, I let another dozen years go by without picking up an instrument. Obviously I am playing again, but following the diagnosis I had told myself (and I believed it) that I was not able to. All of that simply to say 'be careful what you tell yourself' and to 'question the source'.