![]() He had difficulty securing start-up funds for his record company for traditional and contemporary Native musicians, a frustration he voices in an interview on Giago’s program The First Americans, which aired on KEVN in the mid-1970s. These guys would get together, and play music in the house, up all night as musicians are.”ĭespite having friends in high places, Red Bow didn’t get widespread airplay outside reservation stations like Pine Ridge’s KILI-FM. So many funny stories about Willie! We’d hang around with John Denver. “He would take Stardust and me to concerts, and we’d meet very interesting people, like Waylon Jennings, David Soul, Lou Diamond Phillips,” says Barb Hamilton. ![]() Barb Hamilton, who married Red Bow in an Indian ceremony and is mother to their daughter Stardust Red Bow, recalls many late night jam sessions with big names. In South Dakota, Red Bow commingled musically with touring country music mega stars. He started a recording company, Tatanka Records, in Denver and recorded three albums, working with producer Dik Darnell. He left high school in Rapid City to pursue acting and went to Vietnam as a Marine. The song so many of the young Lakota of his day loved so much was ‘Run, Indian, Run.’ It went, ‘Run, Indian, run, run while you can, here comes the white man.”īorn in 1948, Warfield Richards “Buddy” Red Bow grew up near Red Shirt, raised by Maize Two Bulls-Red Bow and Stephen Red Bow. He sang about the medicine man Black Elk. Journalist and publisher Tim Giago (Oglala Lakota) recalls, “The songs Buddy wrote and sang can be classified as ‘protest songs.’ They were songs about the buffalo and of its slaughter. We liked to think of ourselves as South Dakota ladies. Later in life, friends and I blared “South Dakota Lady” as in summer we drove open-windowed on highways 40 and 41 in southwest South Dakota.īut she should not worry, be afraid, for she will not be alone. I was prone toward “Pistolero.” I liked how the Spanish guitar style and mariachi horns made me feel both wistful and alive. Just like the eagle / we’re flying alone, we’re flying alone. ![]() “Listen – really listen,” she’d gently order, pointing at speakers straining to capacity. My mother, playing and replaying “Standing Alone” on our scrappy Kmart SounDesign stereo, smoked generic cigarettes and instructed me to attend to the heartache in Red Bow’s voice. In our living room in Huron, Red Bow’s records shared shelf space alongside our other beloved outlaws: Willie, Waylon, and the boys. Many have memories of Buddy Red Bow’s music. Oct 14, a new SDPB doc will share the journey of Buddy Red Bow, the Lakota country music artist from Red Shirt.
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