The Sugar Beets are an eight piece ensemble featuring moving female lead and harmony vocals, fiddle, mandolin, acoustic guitar, stand up bass, piano and drums For more than 20 years the Sugar Beets have been bringing people to their feet with their blend of traditional music and contemporary original songwriting. Moving effortlessly from bluegrass, or Celtic and old-time fiddle music, to Motown, country, swing and pop, the sound is fresh and inspiring. The songwriting is equally eclectic moving from touching to hilarious as the band shifts genres. Their high energy acoustic dance music has become the soundtrack for countless outdoor celebrations, rites of passage, kickoffs rallies and tributes throughout the Pacific Northwest. Their rich harmonies, impeccable musicianship and extraordinary versatility are captivating to any age group in festival or theatre settings. The band has produced six professional recordings the most recent of which, Secret to Happiness, can be heard regularly on local radio. Having formed the group as students at the University of Oregon in 1990, the rapport among these long time friends is as endearing as it is entertaining. Five of the eight members contribute songwriting, while most numbers are arranged with contributions from the whole band. Current members are: Marty Chilla - guitar & vocals, Matt Keenan - bass, Megan Bassett - vocals, Halie Loren - vocals, Scotty Perey - keyboards, Jeremy Wegner - mandolin, banjo, guitar, sitar & more, Dave Burham - concert or custom electric violin, Brian West - drums. Lyrics to Once Flew a Feather written by founding member John Shenon.
Once flew a feather, then it did fall Now I ask whether, she loves me at all. Loves me at all. Once flew a feather then it did fall.
Now there’s a feather, down on the ground. And I ask whether, the lost will be found. Lost will be found. Now there’s a feather, down on the ground.
I look to the heavens to find comfort there. Try and fly off on, a wing and a prayer. I look to the heavens, what do I see? A thousand white angels, laughing at me.
I look to the heavens, to find comfort there. Try and fly off on, a wing and a prayer. I look to the heavens, what do I see? A thousand white angels, laughing at me.
And why the white dancers high in the sky? The cold wind it answers, “you need not ask why”. Need not ask why. They’re just the dancers, high in the sky.
Why the white dancers, high in the sky? They’re just the dancers. High in the sky.
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