Displaced from his beloved homeland -- which could be either Dingwall or Stonehaven, Scotland, but some say it were Stornoway in the Outer Hebrides (though recent scholars think theyve got him pinpointed more near Hammerfest, in Norway; at any rate, if you look these places up in an Atlas youll agree he came from way out there!) however, to go on...
Once was he hailed as a close bit of an annoyance to chieftains and priests; but following a tenure in war as an infantry musician, he began to sing political lays and dirges indicating his own displeasure as to how the soldiers were treated after the war was seemingly over, and the army pensions werent large enough to keep a fresh set of strings on his instrument but once a year, nor even enough left over after utilities to purchase a goat for meat and to get the skin to re-cover his bodhran.
He sang in the beer halls and coffee shops that dot the wild shores of the world, where decent men and women huddle over frosty mugs of brown ale, or cups of foaming latté disgruntled folk, then, who waited to hear just the right tune, for their toes to tap in rhythm and their minds to ponder the words.
And the words of RalūGerri soon exalted him from a bit of an annoyance to a pretty darn big annoyance thus he was forced to leave his wind-swept shores and come at last to this new land, Amerikay. And of course, that left him a bit depressed; so it were he was ripe to embrace the American Blues, and add it to his musical vocabulary, which already included Scottish, Irish, English and Norwegian traditions.
Thus we are The RalūGerri Musicians, carrying on (and often away with), the exciting, eccentric, eclectic traditions of this unusual man, who reportedly made his last home in the American Midwest, but who had seen the world for what it was: RalūGerri, fierce bard of the Missouri Highlands.
---------- (This enlightenment issued forth from the fertile fields of Dale's mind, sometime in the wee hours of 11-29-2004 ...
-------------He was obviously channeling.)