We asked Gordon Mote to take us though a calendar year and what each month sounds like to him musically. Watch and listen as you feel the seasons go by!
Your Musical Calendar
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Music
Inspire a love for music with a collection of videos that explore music theory, instrument lessons, and the history of music. Whether you’re teaching rhythm or composition, these materials bring musical education to life.
Angeline
The second single from his forthcoming bluegrass album, Jimmy says that this song, and especially the video concept, are inspired by his wife, Sonya Isaacs, of the world famous Gospel group, The Isaacs.
Songs In the Key of I… INFLUENCE!
Gordon Mote is back! This time, he’s playing some of his favorite licks from Billy Joel, Lionel Richie, and Elton John—plus discussing what makes each of those artist’s sound and style so unique and distinct. And why they mattered so much to him!
Southern State of Mind
Capturing the mood of the fields and timberlands, this song is about triggering the mental images of a place that evoke a state of mind…a southern state of mind.
Passing the Torch of Influence
How often does it happen…? We admire someone from afar…then, when we meet them, not only do they live up to our expectations, but become a personal mentor as well? Not very often, right? Well…it happened to Gordon Mote!
Showing Off: Away In the Manger
Our Captains are humble people, but… Some of them are SO talented that from time to time, the Harbourmaster will persuade them to “show off” just for you. Watch and listen as Gordon Mote displays a skill that will have you laughing and shaking your head in astonishment!
Bone Dry
Here’s Jimmy performing a song he wrote AND recorded—that just went #1 on the Bluegrass charts…”Bone Dry!”
Let It Heal
The idea for “Let It Heal” began years ago with the memory of a dark night at a friend’s lake house. While staring into the flames of a campfire and purposefully releasing his grip on negative thoughts, Anthony Crawford realized he had created space in his life for more positive things.
The Making of a Songwriter
For some reason, I remember it being a Thursday. With lightning speed, my dad’s callused right hand landed on my face. I lifted my arms in a feeble attempt to block the next blow, but the left hand was also successful in finding its target.