Thanks to GEORGE MISCHE for bringing the Dirt Band (before returning to St. Cloud, George was the M.C. for the band) to St. Cloud along with flat-picker "Norman Blake" and many other’s. With the exception of the Dirt Band, (who played at the arena north of Apollo HS) all came to a small 3.2 beer joint that George owned and named "Lincoln Station". Yes, this was years before "Benton Station" and now is a transmission repair shop next to "Vals Burgers". George, you gave me the opportunity to jam with the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and brother you had it down to the letter on St. Cloud politics.. Brutger, Knapp, and Loehr. Remember? "All roads lead to Sunwood Inn"?

My thoughts have always been that you would have suffered if elected Mayor. But man, what a shake up it would have been. Politics suck until the voice of truth makes it interesting. And then politics sucks even worse when that voice is styfled. George, you were never allowed an even battle field. Every reason to do what you did. You were not a rebel, you were the voice of civic conciousness. Although I’m sure frustrated, you hung in. All said and done, it’s a wrath worth suffering. Where and the hell did you disapear to?

More about George
George Mische, born in 1938, was a peace movement organizer and a U.S. army veteran. He worked with youth offenders for several years and with Maryknoll Missionaries in Mexico during 1961.
Mische attended the U.S. State Department’s Foreign Service School and participated in the Alliance for Progress. He returned to the United States in 1964 because he disagreed with U.S. foreign policy in Latin America.

Like several of the other Catonsville Nine members, Mische was motivated by what he had experienced abroad. He knew the Berrigans and in 1968 was living in a communal house in Washington, D.C., where four other members of the group became involved: the Melvilles, John Hogan, and Mary Moylan.

After the Catonsville action, Mische remained active in labor and peace organizing and in Democratic party politics. He served for several years on the St. Cloud, Minnesota, City Council.

Lyrics:

I played a wedding for the money,
and I wished that I could tell the bride and groom
Just what I thought of marriage
And what’s in store after their honeymoon.

and I was grumblin’ to the dancers
’bout how men and women ought to live apart
And how a promise never made can not be broken
And can never break your heart

When suddenly from out of nowhere,
A little girl came dancing ‘cross the floor,
And all her crinolines were billowing
Beneath the skirt of calico that she wore.
Oh what a joy fell on the honored guests
As each of them was drawn inside her dream,
And they laughed and clapped and stomped their feet
And hollered at her "Dance little Jean"

Dance, little Jean, this day is for you,
Two people you love, stood up and said "I do"
Dance little Jean, the prayer that you had
Was answered today
Your mama’s marrying your dad

Well, my cynical heart just melted
‘Cause I knew what this get together meant
How it ended year of tears and sad confusion
That the little girl had spent.
Well they told the band to pack it up
About the time the couple cut the cake,
But we played as long as they stayed
For love and laughs and little Jeanie’s sake.

Dance, little Jean, this day is for you,
Two people you love, stood up and said "I do"
Dance little Jean, the prayer that you had
Was answered today
Your mama’s marrying your dad

You ain’t nothin but a hound dog, been snooping round my door
You ain’t nothin but a hound dog, been snooping round my door
You can wag your tail but Lord I ain’t gonna feed you no more

You told me you were high class, but I can see through that
You told me you were high class, but I can see through that
And daddy I know you ain’t no real cool cat

You ain’t nothin but a hound dog, been snooping round my door
You ain’t nothin but a hound dog, been snooping round my door
You can wag your tail but Lord I ain’t gonna feed you no more

You made me feel so blue, you made me weep and moan
You made me feel so blue, you made me weep and moan
You ain’t looking for a woman,
Lord knows what you’re looking for

You ain’t nothin but a hound dog, been snooping round my door
You ain’t nothin but a hound dog, been snooping round my door
You can wag your tail but Lord I ain’t gonna feed you no more