Archive for June, 2009

Misfit Jam

Thursday, June 4th, 2009

Murphy HenryShort report tonight. Students present: Susan, Bob Mc, Bob Van, and Logan.

Songs played:

Banjo in the Hollow and Cripple Creek in unison. Mark had requested we add Cumberland Gap to the mix, so we did that one too, in unison, even though Mark was not there!

Then it was on to:

I Saw the Light
Blue Ridge Cabin Home
Lonesome Road Blues
Will the Circle Be Unbroken
Roll On Buddy
Foggy Mountain Breakdown

I then asked Logan to play a couple of tunes by himself (with Bob Van and me for backup). He played “Bury Me Beneath the Willow,” from the Stelling Anthology (Casey and I had done a twin version for the CD), and then “Earl’s Breakdown.” Everyone was properly impressed.

After that, everyone headed out to their cars in the pouring rain. And Red and I headed to Applebee’s for supper!

Don’t forget: Red and I and Chris will be playing a set from 7-8 pm on Saturday, June 6, in Boyce, Virginia, at the Fire Hall. This is a benefit, so the only cost is your donation. It  starts at 4 pm, and there will be other bluegrass and BBQ. Hope to see you there!

White Springs Trip – Saturday, May 23rd

Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009

Red HenrySaturday was our biggest day at White Springs, and I’d actually had plenty of sleep–six hours or so. We all started picking—warming up for our show—by about 10:00 in the morning, because our set was scheduled for 11 on the Old Marble Stage, the festival’s old, historic main stage.

The rain held off for the morning, so we ran through quite a few songs and tunes. Then, somehow, we hit on a particular Bill Monroe number called “Stoney Lonesome”. Recorded by Bill in the 1950s, the tune is named after a place in Indiana, and not many people play it now. But it’s an absolutely amazing number if you get it to sound right, and this weekend we had the folks to do that: John Hedgecoth, who’d played a stint on banjo for Monroe and is a national authority on Bill’s old tunes; me, and I like to play Monroe stuff; Chris, who’s been studying (and recording) Monroe-style tunes for years; and fiddler Jenny Leigh Obert, who’s been studying Monroe and Kenny Baker, one of his great fiddlers, fanatically. So when we tried playing “Stoney Lonesome”, it worked. It sounded RIGHT. Everybody was aiming in the same direction, going for an in-depth Monroe sound, with the spirit and drive Bill and his fiddlers put into the tune to begin with. So we added the number into the show.

I’d thought, when I first saw our 11:00 set time on the festival schedule, that it was way too early to draw a crowd. “Who’s going to be there at 11?” —but I was wrong! We had a big crowd, and they were very nice to us. We kicked things off with Monroe’s “Toy Heart” and Chubby Anthony’s “Stay Out of Your Way”, and then veered into some more obscure and original material sung by Chris and John. The audience ate it up, enjoying every instrumental break. And now, it was time for “Stoney Lonesome”. We played that tune for the very first time on stage, and it worked great. We finished up with “Helton Creek”, and the audience really liked it all. And there wasn’t a drop of rain!

After the set, we went back to the campground. Now it was time for some relaxing and more picking until 3:00, when we planned to back up our friend Dale Crider on his own set. But this weekend being the rainiest I remember lately, it started to rain. In fact, it was raining hard by about 1:00, and showed no signs of quitting at the 3:00 show time. So John, who’d brought his big van, gave us all a ride over to Dale’s stage, and each of us made a mad dash to get under cover.

We were all pretty wet by the time we got under the tent and Dale started his set. The rain was coming down so fast that the sound men had to turn off the system, and we played all-acoustic. But this didn’t faze Dale Crider, who’s an understated but great natural showman. He simply carried on, and had the whole crowd singing along with him on Will McLean’s “Hold Back the Waters” and his own “Tallahassee Wolf”. The rain was pouring down a few feet away, but Dale pulled off a great success.

Chris and I had a mandolin workshop scheduled for 4:00 nearby, but as Dale’s set finished we saw that the rain had really set in for a while. John carried us over to the workshop tent, and about a dozen dedicated, determined mandolin students showed up. We played a few mandolin tunes, answered a lot of questions, and tried to be heard over the downpour. I think the students learned something to take home with them, and we sold some CDs and Murphy Method DVDs. That sure helps with the gas money.

About suppertime the rain finally stopped, thank goodness. We clustered under an awning in the campground, and spent the evening talking and picking. Dale Crider, old game warden and coon-hunter that he is, regaled us with a hilarious story about “Coon Dogs A-Go-Go”, an official Florida Game & Fish Department event at Daytona Beach in 1970. (No, I’m not making that up. You’ll have to hear the story from Dale.) Finally we all got into some high-powered picking which went until after midnight.

It was a good day.

White Springs Trip – Friday, May 22nd

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

Red HenryFriday at White Springs came early. I hadn’t had much sleep, but dragged myself out ready to go. It was raining off-and-on, but we had some shelter: our friend Gary brought a 10-by-10-foot awning, and we set it up and stayed dry and picked. Chris and I had a mandolin workshop at 11:00 a.m., though, and it rained heavily before, during, and after that! – but we had an audience of seven or eight dedicated mandolin learners, and played some tunes and answered some questions and had a good time anyway. Before going back to the campground I dropped off a box of CDs at the festival’s sales tent—anything to drum up some more gas money! The folk festivals don’t pay the way the bluegrass festivals do, so we need to hustle all we can.

In the early afternoon we received reinforcements. John Hedgecoth arrived, bringing my mother Renee. John fell right in with the picking, and he, Chris, Barbara, Jenny, and I started running over the tunes for our set, which was scheduled for 4:00. Since Jenny hadn’t performed with us before we did mostly things that were pretty easy to catch on to. The music really sounded good. When our set-time approached—behold—the rain stopped! We went over to the stage and played a good high-energy set to a very nice, enthusiastic crowd. We usually include some stories in the set but the audience was responding more for the songs and tunes than for the stories, so I rolled with that and fit in an extra song or two. Good show! And the rain held off until after we’d finished playing, a real morale booster and crowd-builder.

The evening picking on Friday didn’t go as late as the previous evening. I’d learned that I needed more sleep than the four hours I had the night before, so I dropped off before midnight with campground picking ringing in my ears. Saturday would be our biggest day of the festival, and I needed to be ready!

ME AND MY AMAZING IPOD

Monday, June 1st, 2009

Murphy HenrySo, one of my students gave me an iPod for my birthday! How cool is that? It came programmed with 989 tunes! I’ve never had one before, so now I feel all 21st century.

I was worried at first about the song selection. How could he possibly know what I like? He is a banjo student so I had visions of getting the entire Flatt and Scruggs oeuvre. Or perhaps 900+ bluegrass numbers. Nevertheless, I was anxious to embrace this new-fangled listening device.

But first, I had to figure out how to make it work. I could make it come on, but I couldn’t hear it. So I looked for the volume button. Finally I figured out that I probably needed to charge the battery. So I did that.

Meanwhile, I sent an email to my student, thanking him for the iPod and telling him I was looking forward to using it. He wrote back saying he was glad it got there and mentioning that it came fully charged.

Hmmm, that was puzzling. How was I supposed to hear it?

I went back to the box it came in, looking for enlightenment. There I found a secret compartment containing—you guessed it—ear buds. I put them in, and viola! Sound. It had been there all along.

Now I could hear the first offering, Across the Great Divide by Nancy Griffith. Yeah! Great song! And the second, Running Against the Wind by Bob Seeger. Love it! One of my faves. Alice’s Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie was up next, and while I knew of the title, I’d never heard it and didn’t realize it is a talking blues (about garbage) and funny as hell. Soon I figured out that the titles were in alphabetical order. So I got to hear All My Ex’s Live in Texas, Amanda, American Woman, Amie, Angel From Montgomery (by Bonnie Raitt), and Anticipation by Carly Simon, which I am sorry to say brought to mind the Heinz Ketchup commercial. All these were well-known, much-loved songs.

Then there was At Seventeen by Janis Ian. This number with its beautifully crafted lyrics was unknown to me. It starts off with the line “I learned the truth at seventeen that love was meant for beauty queens” and finishes by dedicating the song to “those whose names were never called when choosing sides for basketball.” I’ve never heard anyone capture the experience of the not-so-popular high school girls with so much veracity and compassion. What a song! I doubt if I would have ever heard it if not for this amazing iPod.

Shortly after that we were into the B’s with Back in the Goodle Days by John Hartford, Bad, Bad Leroy Brown and oh crud! Now I’ve done something so I can’t see the list of songs anymore! (And I am getting a prompt that says “Connect to power.”) Oh well, I’ll just tell you about two more.

I laughed out loud when Big Bad John (by Jimmy Dean) came on, and then I sang along, pretty much remembering all the words including the ending “at the bottom of the mine lies a big, big man.”

And then there was Blue Ridge Cabin Home. By Flatt and Scruggs. Just what I’d been dreading. Only because I’ve been singing that song for my students for years. I’ve been Blue-Ridge-Cabin-Homed to death. But it’d been a while since I’d heard Lester ’n Earl lay into it. Ohmygoodness! It was unbelievable! In fact, if it weren’t for the family nature of this blog I would use much stronger language. It is pretty much The Perfect Bluegrass Song. What Eddie Stubbs calls “the real deal.” I just kept listening to it over and over. Lester’s singing is perfect, Curly Seckler’s tenor is perfect, Earl’s banjo breaks are both perfect, his backup is perfect, the fiddle and the dobro are perfect. I remembered why I love Flatt and Scruggs so much.

Not content with experiencing this much joy on my own, I brought my iPod into Logan’s lesson so I could make him listen to Earl’s backup and then learn it. Fortunately, Logan already had this song on his own iPod! And had been listening to it intensely. So there we were both listening to Earl on our individual iPods. And not only was Logan able to learn several of those licks, he was able to play them in the jam later on. It was ethereal! And if it hadn’t been for this amazing iPod, the surely would not have happened.

So, now I’m into the C’s. As I travel through the alphabet I’m looking forward to reacquainting myself with other beloved songs as well as seeing what other treasures are awaiting me. (I hope Set ‘Em Joe And Play Walking The Floor and Walk Right In are on there, but I’m not peeking!) And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go charge up my iPod.

PS: I’d been wondering what the correct words to the chorus of BRCH are. I now know. I share them for your edification.
It was the prepositions and adverbs that were tripping me up.

Oh I love those hills of old Virginia
From those blue ridge hills I did roam.
When I die won’t you bury me in the mountain
Far away near my blue ridge mountain home.

And there you have it!