FrankYou know, we have, like I was saying earlier, there are so many songs going through my head because winter is coming, and winter is our season for dancing in the longhouse. But all those songs belong to the people, they're personal songs, and we can't come and just sing them here.

You know, there's an elder from Lummi, Washington, like I'm just telling Jeff, "Sing a song." You know, he can't think of any because all he's thinking of is those winter songs. And this Isadore Thom, who is a medicine man, he came to Coqualeetza just for a little celebration, and I was watching him. Somebody would go and give him a drum, "Can you sing a song for us?" And he was sitting there, thinking, you know, and he got up and he sang one of these songs, and after he finished, I went over and told him, "Isadore, you sang my song!"


Frank"Oye!" He looked at me, you know.


Frank"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" But then, he looked at me, and he knew I wasn't even a dancer yet, and then he started laughing.


FrankSo that's the things that happen to us, you know, when we sing songs. You know, there are hundreds of songs there, but, hey, does that belong to somebody? Because you can't sing anybody else's personal song. I know you sing mine. <Laughs> Right? There was a guy, Ambrose Point Jr., he used to sing mine all the time-

JeffOh yeah! <Laughs>

Frank -you know, in Chehalis. And when I was travelling to a longhouse, and this guy, Ambrose Point's, the late Ambrose Point's son, he told me, "Frank, how come you didn't dance?" I looked around and I said, "Nobody knows my song here." "I know it," he said. "Dad used to sing it every day," he said. After, I went home, you know.

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