"Michael Bucher is an American songwriting icon." ~Native People's Magazine
Cradle to Grave - Revisited
Can you hear them talk in their ancient voice? They whisper their truth is known.
Do you tell yourself, 'It ain't nothing but the wind,' and you go ahead and leave it alone.
If tomorrow was a new day, erasing all of your guilt, as sure as the sun will rise
Would you tell yourself it ain’t nothing but a wish and go ahead, keep up your fight?
When the Eagle cries, it’s calling out to you and it looks right down into your soul.
Do you tell yourself it ain’t nothing but a song? And
It’s my dark horse I’ve been riding straight into the unknown.
It’s strong and steady when I feel I can’t go on …no
It’s my dark horse I believe in, it’s all I’ve ever known.
It takes me to a place where the best of me will show
It’s my dark horse, always longshot, it’s all I’ve ever been.
I’ll ride my shadow pony to the edges of my dreams. Aho
It’s my hope, it’s my dream, it’s my journey only I can lead.
By my ancestors side, my head held high, it’s my dark horse I will
I keep telling myself it’s going to be okay.
I keep telling myself I’m going to find a way.
I just wish that I could believe it, wish I could go back in time.
I just wish for some kind of solid ground and to give me back what’s mine.
I’ve been down so many hard roads, I have fallen down before.
I have known my share of torment and I don’t want it anymore.
I don’t have another cheek to turn, just this boot print on my back.
I just want this to be over and to
Hello my friends. It’s been awhile! So much has changed over the last few years. Allow me to share my story with you.
Late in 2014 I went back into the recording studio to begin recording a new cd. I was excited and energized to be back and making new music. My schedule was busy but I had three songs recorded and finished by the end of that year. I was looking forward to creating more in 2015. But the year to come had much more in store for me than I could have imagined.
On January 29 th of 2015—which is a day I’ll never forget--I lost two-and-a-half fingers on my right hand in a table saw accident. After the accident, all that remained was my shredded right hand with my middle finger, half of my pointer finger and my thumb.
My middle finger was severely damaged and for the first 8 weeks after the accident, the surgeons warned me that I may lose that finger. I thought I was done as a musician. I thought I’d never play my guitar again. The “Never Again List” in my head started to grow. I was creating boundaries and limitations for myself with things I thought I wouldn’t be able to do again.
For several months after the accident, I’d sit with my guitar on my lap just to feel the comfortable, familiar feeling of my old friend. On one of those days, I strummed my guitar with my thumb. I felt a hundred pounds of weight fall off my chest. It was one of the most wonderful sounds that I though t I’d never hear again.
As the bandages slowly came off and the therapy, wound clinics and doctor visits went on, I continued strumming. Somewhere in that time, the surgeon said that my middle finger was finally coming around and amputation was no longer a worry. Another hundred pounds of weight fell off my chest.
So, with that great news I decided to try finger picking with my thumb and one-remaining finger. It was clunky at first to say… Read More