Archive for February, 2009

Ten Mandolin Bridges of Different Woods

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

RedI was recently talking with one of our students about my mandolin bridge experiments, and thought that others might like to see some examples of how I found out which bridge woods sounded the best. Here’s a detailed experiment in which I compared mandolin bridges made from ten different woods other than maple, and some of the woods were rather exotic (each bridge is about 4 inches long):

Ten mandolin bridges.

Here are the 10 woods, with the weights when the bridges were finished and tried:

In the left column:

Bridge #83. Ebony, 10.5 grams

Bridge #85. East Indian rosewood, 7.5 g.

Bridge #84. Brazilian rosewood, 8.9 g.

Bridge #67. Bloodwood, 10.4 g.

Bridge #66. African Blackwood, 8.7 g.

In the right column:

Bridge #89. Extra-heavy maple, 7.1 g.

Bridge #90. Teak, 7.6 g.

Bridge #88. Satinwood, 10.1 g.

Bridge #91. Persimmon (American Ebony), 8.7 g.

Bridge #92. Honduras mahogany, 6.4 g.

…and here were the results:

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Lesson Fright? Teacher Fright? Murphy Fright?

Monday, February 16th, 2009

Murphy HenryMark Zimmerman, one of my local students, has kindly allowed me to post his letter to Casey for my Monday Blog. I must say that I think Casey’s article in the February BNL, which he refers to, is one of her best!

Hi, Casey,

Great article in BNL this month, and very timely for me. I played at my “lousy level” during my last lesson with Murphy, and it really pissed me off. I’ve been working on Old Joe Clark, and felt I had the A part down
pretty well, and the B part coming along nicely. Of course, like an idiot, I announced that to Murphy when we sat down to play, and then I proceeded to barely be able to play the A part at all, even when I slowed it way down. Infuriating. My heart rate went up, I couldn’t concentrate, and the more I tried the worse it got.

So we moved on to some older tunes in the repertoire, and when we came back to OJC I did a little better, but still not nearly as well as I was playing it at home that same morning. My version of stage fright is definitely
“teacher fright” and I know now that what I’ve got to do with new songs is slow WAY down when I’m sitting in front of Murphy, so I can get through them once or twice properly.

Best regards,

Mark

Comment from Murphy: Believe me, Mark, we all suffer from this! Many a time I have worked up a break to a tune at home—and I mean really worked on it—only to find that I could not replicate said break on stage. So, as Casey so eloquently described, I had to fall back on stuff I could play in my sleep. This was way harder when I was first learning because I didn’t have much to fall back on! Motto: hang in there! It does get better, and it does get easier!

Upcoming DVD Releases from The Murphy Method

Friday, February 13th, 2009

Red HenryMany, many of you write to us, inquiring when your favorite Murphy Method video is going to be available as a DVD. Well, we have 28 DVDs now, and we’re planning 10 more for this year. The new DVDs planned for 2009 are:

1. Easy Songs for Banjo (an all-new project taught by Casey)

2. Soldier’s Joy and Other Favorites (was “Playing in C Vol. 2″)

3. More Advanced Earl

4. Rawhide and Other Favorites

5. Great Banjo Tunes (was “Advanced Banjo”)

6. Vamping: Beginning Banjo Backup

7. Slap Bass

8. Intermediate Mandolin Vol. 2 (Which just arrived and is available!)

9. Bluegrass Rhythm Guitar Vol. 2

10. Clawhammer Banjo Vol. 2

We hope to release all these DVDs by the middle of 2009. The time involved is really out of our control, since we have to wait until each song’s publisher sends us permission. But we’ll release each of these as soon as we have the paperwork!

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

Casey HenryI write this having just finished a long day of working first at the dentist office, where you’ll find me three days a week doing paperwork, accounting, and making appointments, and then teaching for three and a half hours. At the end of Wednesday, which is my longest day, I’m always starving, so I was more than glad to be able to pull the Gypsy Soup and cornbread, which I made yesterday, out of the fridge for a quick and satisfying supper.

I’ve started two new students in the last month, both absolute beginners. One gal, whose husband is in the army and deployed overseas, is trying to find things to fill her time. What better than the banjo?! She got interested in bluegrass not too long ago, after getting Sirius Satellite radio and listening to the bluegrass channel. She found an instrument on Craigslist, that oh-so-useful source for so many things. The person she bought it from got it new ten years ago and never played it.

At her first lesson I did a little rudimentary instrument set-up—tightening the head and the tuners—and I reassured her that she had gotten a good deal. The I showed her the forward, backward, and square rolls. At her second lesson, tonight, I changed her strings for her—ten-year-old strings just don’t sound very good—and gave her a set to keep in reserve in case she should need them. Then we went over the C and D7 chords and reviewed her rolls, which she had learned really well. These instrument maintenance basics took up a good bit of lesson time, but her banjo sounds much better now, and is easier to play, so I think it was well worth it.

Playing it Perfect

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

Murphy HenryRecently I fielded this question from Patty, a banjo player in Oregon who has joined group called Chickweed. Patty is 45, got her first banjo on her 40th birthday, and as she says “played off tab for a little over two years before I met you—and you know the rest of the story!” She has two sons, ages 14 and 11, and a husband who is “very accommodating when it comes to playing the banjo.” She also owns and runs her own business. (More about that at the end.)

Here’s what Patty said:

I’m getting positive feed back from the band and fans, but I don’t feel like I’m doing as well as I want to! I know I’m not playing perfectly (or even close) many times, so how can I be the only one bothered by that? What I really need is some constructive criticism, but you know, everyone is so nice out here!

These girls like to play fast, and for a few songs that poses no problem. But “Driving Nails In My Coffin” clips along at nearly Rhonda Vincent’s pace! I’m usually hanging on by my teeth trying to stay in time (during my breaks), no matter how much I work on it at home!

Any advice?

And here’s my reply:
I’m not surprised to hear that you don’t feel like you are doing as well as you would like, and I’m not surprised that the fans and band members don’t notice this (and don’t care!). You know that you can be a perfectionist and you know how hard you can be on yourself. You’re a woman, it goes with the turf!

Now my two cents: There’s no place for perfectionism in music! Not that you don’t try hard, but basically it just ain’t gonna happen. CDs—especially digital ones—make it seem as if perfection is possible but it’s all an illusion. You just do the best you can all the time—as I know you are doing—and sometimes you’ll get closer than others. That’s what makes the magic moments “magic”—because they don’t happen often. Or often enough! [Read Casey's BNL article for February---one of her best!!! It sorta speaks to this.]

So if you can’t get perfectionism, what do you get? You get the emotional impact, the fun, the challenge, the audience response, and the camaraderie with the band. And you also get the improvement I’m sure you are making. And every now and then you’ll do ONE LICK that suits you!

Playing fast will come in time. It will get easier. Working with the fingering is good, as you found out. But basically, improvement will only come (IMO) with playing it fast on stage. There just doesn’t seem to be any way to duplicate that situation at home. Maybe in practice sessions with the band.

I promise I used to feel this way a lot. It was hard to play fast, very frustrating, and I would get mad and then, of course, blame Red. (Very mature!)

Here’s one of the things I found out about trying to play fast. Sometimes I just had to let my fingers do what THEY wanted, what THEY were capable of doing at a really fast speed, rather than what my brain wanted to do and could do slow. That’s how some of my licks “evolved” away from what Earl did. I just couldn’t do his exact lick fast. Eventually (years later) I did learn to do some of those troublesome licks at tempo. But some I didn’t. [That C7 lick in “Shucking the Corn,” for example!]

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A Couple of our Friends

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

RedWhen you see bluegrass musicians picking, performing, and teaching, you might assume that they’d been doing so all their lives (and in our case, it actually has been most of that time). But I didn’t get into bluegrass until I was 18 years old, and I just found a picture of two of the friends who helped point me in that direction. And as you might guess, this isn’t a new picture. In fact, it was taken in about 1969. The two people in this photo are my uncle John Hedgecoth, with the banjo, and Dale Crider, playing his Martin guitar.

John Hedgecoth, Dale Crider

John was a few years ahead of me growing up. He’d always had musical talent, and he got into the folk and bluegrass scene in Florida in the early 1960s. Dale was a few more years ahead of both of us, but he’d been playing since he was a kid in Kentucky, and by the 1960s he’d moved to Florida and was one of the finest singer-songwriters there.

Time doesn’t stand still— not for long, anyway. Here’s a photo of us performing together last year at the Gamble Rogers Folk Festival in St. Augustine:

John, Dale, Red, Chris at Gamblefest

(John Hedgecoth, Barbara Johnson, Dale Crider, me on the fiddle, and Chris Henry on mandolin)

Dale was playing one of his festival sets, and we were all backing him up. As you can see, everybody was having a good time, and our bluegrass crowd had spread to include members of the younger generation. Now, when you’ve played music with someone for over 40 years, you might think you’ll have them figured out. But not with Dale and John! They both keep coming up with musical surprises.

We can all take a lesson from that. Once you know a tune, learn another one. Keep learning. Keep picking your old tunes, and figure out new ways to play them. Keep your musical mind active, instead of getting in a rut. That’s how to play real music!

Grammy Winners We Know and Love

Monday, February 9th, 2009

Last night’s Grammy awards show was full of music that I had never heard before and people I had never heard of. The music that falls under the “country” category these days never ceases to amaze me. There were a few awards that I cared about. Among these was Best Bluegrass Album, which went to Ricky Skaggs for Honoring The Fathers of Bluegrass. I tuned in, so to speak, to the live pre-telecast, which they were streaming through their website. I had to download and install the plug-in, and the instant the feed starting playing, the bluegrass album nominees were on the screen and I got to see Skaggs accept his award. He gave a really nice speech about how he really wanted to honor the founders of bluegrass, how his band really studied the old records so they could get a sound that could be like what Bill Monroe’s 1946 Bluegrass Boys would sound like if you put them in a studio today. He said that Earl Scruggs was there that night (he was nominated as well) and if you saw him you should shake his hand, because he deserves to honored. Ricky seemed genuinely moved.

The other big winner of the night was Raising Sand, from Alison Krauss and Robert Plant. The album, or tracks from it won: Record of the Year, Album of the Year, Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals, and Best Country Collaboration with Vocals, and Best Contemporary Folk/Americana Album (I think I’ve got them all there…). They gave a really nice speech after winning Album of the Year. Robert thanked each person who played on the album, down to Mike Seeger and Riley Baugus.  Over on the Bluegass Blog I read rumors of a second album from the duo. All these awards will surely only make that more likely. I look forward to it!

Oh, other people I like who won: Bela Fleck and the Flecktones for Best Pop Instrumental album for Jingle All the Way. And Pete Seeger won Best Traditional Folk Album for At 89.

[Can't get the picture-inserting function to work this morning so I'll sign this...]

Casey

CD Release Parties in Nashville

Friday, February 6th, 2009

Casey HenryThis weekend there are two, count them two, CD release parties that my friends are having here in Nashville, TN. I’ll be at both, enjoying the music, and buying the CDs! The first is tonight, Friday, February 6th, at the Station Inn. Missy Raines and the New Hip are releasing their first full-length CD and it will be awesome. Fair warning: they don’t have a banjo, and they do have drums. It is some of the most amazing music I’ve ever heard and I encourage you to come out if you are in this area.

Second, on Saturday, February 7th, Bill Evans and Megan Lynch are playing at Norm’s River Roadhouse to celebrate the release of their first duet recording Let’s Do Something…. There is banjo at this one, and fiddle, and that’s pretty much it. But that’s all they need!

After You’ve Been Eating Steak For A Long Time…..

Thursday, February 5th, 2009

Murphy HenryWell, I have just finished one of my favorite meals—soup beans and cornbread! Down in Georgia soup beans are what we called Great Northern Beans. (Up here they call the same thing bean soup.) When I was growing up, we cooked them up with a ham bone or several slices of bacon or that awful-looking thing Mama bought at the grocery store called “streak of lean.” Today in these more health conscious times, I use olive oil. It took a little getting used to, but now it tastes fine.

Usually I take my cornbread and crumble it right into the bowl of beans, but tonight the cornbread tasted so good by itself (slathered in butter, of course) that I couldn’t quit eating it long enough to get it over into the beans. But as my doctor dad used to say, it all gets mixed up in your stomach anyway. (He used to mix up various food items on his plate and he’d say this when we’d complain about how gross some of his more unappetizing concoctions looked. He also had a clever retort whenever we’d complain about the weevils in the grits: It’s just a little more protein.)

Anyhow, in high school my friend Sharon and I used to talk about what food we’d like to have with us on that proverbial desert island. Hands down we agreed on soup beans, cornbread, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Some days we’d include corn dogs, too.

I’m afraid all this digression about food is all you’re gonna get in this blog. I was hoping if I just started writing (as I do when I compose my opening paragraph for the General Store column in Bluegrass Unlimited) something about banjos—or even fiddles—would magically emerge up, but alas! Nada! Maybe next time. I’ll at least give this a musical heading….And for all you youngsters (and those of you who don’t pay much attention to song titles or words to songs), the words in the title that follow the dots are “beans taste fine.” (Not that I’ve been eating steak lately! Mostly it’s been baked chicken, but the sentiment is the same!) Ciao.

Roadies for a Day

Wednesday, February 4th, 2009

Red HenryI ran across an old photo recently, and was reminded of a day when Murphy and I were roadies. This was in the middle of 1994 (Photo by me. Click on it for a bigger version):

Casey and Chris Henry, 1994

Now you can see who we were being roadies for—our two kids! This is Casey (age 15) playing Murphy’s Stelling banjo, and Christopher (age 12) playing our D-18, and they were performing in front of the old courthouse, on the Old Town Mall here in Winchester. I set up the sound system for them, and they did great. They played a whole bunch of bluegrass songs and tunes, all with their proud parents—and a lot of other people—listening.

Along with moving the heavy sound equipment around I took a few photos, not wanting to restrict myself to just one line of work. For a change, I didn’t have to play music, but could listen and visit with friends in the audience and enjoy the show. So even a dedicated mandolin picker like myself can find a time to be a bluegrass roadie!