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Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 20

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Holy cow, day twenty! We’ve really been out for twenty days? It seems like a hundred. Just kidding. It seems like thirty.

News Flash: this afternoon (November 18th) around 5:00 Eastern time The Bee-Liners and (I think) Sierra Hull’s band will be live on the radio–WDVX in Knoxville. You can listen online here, or tune in to the local FM frequency.

Last night was a truly exciting moment: Uncle Earl debuted the blog song on stage for our lucky Bowling Green crowd. And I got an MP3 version of the song, so everyone should be able to play it with no problem. Listen to the Murphy Method Blog Theme Song here. After they sang it I got several inquiries about the address of the blog, so a big welcome to any readers who were lured in by Uncle Earl’s siren song.

I realized yesterday that I really hadn’t had any pictures of Sierra Hull and her band on here, so I snapped one as were were hanging around, killing time backstage. Here’s what Sierra does for fun:

Sierra Hull, finding her true calling.

Sierra Hull, finding her true calling.

This next story is about what Jeremy and I do for fun. We were in the green room backstage, which happens to be under the stage. Sierra’s band was soundchecking and there was some foot pounding going on. Underneath the stage as we were, it sounded like someone using a sledge hammer. We decided walking around in the cool night air would be preferable. Jeremy found on his handy iPhone the Corsair Artisan Microdistillery, which was just next door to where we were (we took a roundabout route to get there, but we made it). The inside lights were on and the sign out front said “Distillery Gift Shop,” so we took a chance and went in. The pungent smell of fermenting grain met us at the door. We didn’t really see anyone, so we looked at the shirts, glasses, bottles of spirits they had there.

Brady, hard at work on a batch of Pumpkin Spice Moonshine.

Brady, hard at work on a batch of Pumpkin Spice Moonshine.

A couple minutes later a guy notices us, says they are actually closed, and introduces himself as Ben, one of the owners. We get into conversation and he tells us about their operation, which is less than two years old. Even though they’re closed, he offers to do us a little tasting. We take him up on the offer. He first pours us their Rye whiskey, which is great. The Yazoo Brewing Company in Nashville made the mash for it, and it apparently really clogged up their machines so they’ll never do it again. You better believe that Jeremy and I walked out of there with the last two bottles of that batch.

Then Ben poured their vanilla vodka for us. This was far and away my favorite. It tasted like drinking vanilla extract (made with organic fair-trade vanilla beans). I took a bottle of that home as well.

We moved onto Gin, which is not my favorite, but theirs was wonderful. Jeremy tasted the absinthe and liked it enough to buy a bottle. I’m not a licorice fan, so I just smelled its distinctive aroma and that was enough for me.

I would have liked to taste the Pumpkin Spice Moonshine that was running out of the still right at the that moment, but it wasn’t ready for the public. Finding Corsair Artisan Distillery was by far the best impromptu side trip of the tour. We felt lucky to have happened upon them, and were so grateful that even though they were closed Ben took the time to introduce us to his wonderful products! They will make the rest of the tour much more fun!

Today we’re hitting the road to Knoxville, Tenn., where we play at the Square Room.

Peeling up the Asphalt: A Concert at the Pithlachocco Stage

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
Red Henry

Red Henry

Well, Folks, last time I left you with a description on playing at the Hahira bluegrass festival. (A YouTube clip of us on stage, featuring several numbers, has been posted here.)  This time, we’ll talk about our Sunday concert at Dale Crider’s Pithlachocco Stage on the shore of Lake Newnan near Gainesville, Florida.

“Pithlachocco?”, you might ask. “What in the world does that mean?” Well, it’s an old Florida Indian word meaning “the place of the long boats.” Recent discoveries have revealed that Indians in ancient times made thousands of canoes on the shore of the lake. So Dale Crider, when he started his excellent concert series there, named his stage for those “long boats.” It’s an outdoor stage and the weather was pleasantly cool. We and the audience were all comfortable and ready for a good time.

After one or two schedule changes (never expect everything to happen on time), we kicked off our first set at about 7:00. For this show, “we” (Red and Chris and Their All-Star Band) were myself on mandolin, Chris on guitar and mandolin, Barbara Johnson on bass, and Jenny Leigh on fiddle. We’d had plenty of time for rest since our festival sets the day before, and all were ready to go.

Now, there’s a big difference between playing at a bluegrass festival and performing for an audience that just likes music. We didn’t play as many of our old bluegrass standards, but we put several great Florida songs and other interesting numbers into the set instead, songs like “Osceola’s Last Words”, “Big Jim Folsom”, and other favorites from our CDs. Also, of course, the audience was much more ready to listen to stories than the bluegrass festival crowd had been, so we told them about several adventures of Clermont Hosford and others, and, as always, some of the stories were true. The people really liked all the songs and the stories, so we played and played and sold CDs and visited with the folks and had a great time.

Bob Raisler taped the entire show, and has kindly posted quite a few of our songs on YouTube. Check out several of them here. (The stage was not nearly as dark as it looks! Just tilt your computer screen until you can see us!)

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Not many bands play both bluegrass festivals and folk-music concerts. Maybe it’s because they don’t enjoy both, or because they just don’t have both kinds of material worked up. But we play both kinds of shows, and sure like it!

Red

P.S. Next time: Recording with Dale on Monday!

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 19

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Yesterday was a travel day, a rainy one, across Missouri, Illinois, and Kentucky to Bowling Green. We Bee-Liners stopped to eat twice, once at Panera for lunch, and once when we arrived in Bowling Green at the Montana Grill, where the waitress seemed a little nonplussed by Robin’s request for vegitarian nachos.

Jeremy and I then continued on to Nashville (thanks Uncle Earl for letting us borrow your van!!!) to our own houses, where we could sleep in our own beds. As I write this I’m in my own office and just almost burned my oatmeal because I was concentrating on writing a birthday card to my dad and forgot it was on the stove. My laundry is turning merrily in my dryer and I’m getting ready to re-pack for the last week of the tour with somewhat less stuff than I started out with. A blissful twelve hours at home. Well, actually a truly blissful morning wouldn’t’ include laundry, or unloading the dishwasher, but it was close enough.

We’re playing at the Capitol Arts Theater in Bowling Green tonight, only about an hour from Nashville, so we expect to see some hometown friends. And, check it out, the show is free. That’s right, completely free! So if you live nearby, come see us!

One picture for today:

The Dixie Bee-Liners van, ready to roll.

The Dixie Bee-Liners van, ready to roll.

This is our van, which we load and unload at least twice a day. Good times, good times.

Comments From Students

Monday, November 16th, 2009
Murphy Henry

Murphy Henry

I’m happy to have a couple of emails from students to share with you today, along with my replies.

The first is from a brand new student:

I learned about the Murphy Method while visiting with Casey after the concert at the Dosey Doe Coffee House in Houston, Texas. I ordered the Beginning Banjo DVD that night. I have been taking banjo lessons for two months and not seeing a lot of improvement (maybe I’m impatient). While waiting for the DVD to arrive I have been playing along with instructional sample on the website. I have accomplished  more with this method in one hour than I have in two months of lessons. Thanks….

Dear New Student:

You are not impatient. A student should expect to see some improvement over two months. My guess is that your teacher was using tablature and that you weren’t getting anywhere on account of that, although there could have been other reasons. I continue to be amazed that more teachers don’t at least try the “learn by ear” method, although I have been preaching the gospel of learning by ear for over two decades. (I often feel like John the Baptist, a “voice crying in the wilderness.”) So, welcome to the Murphy Method family. Follow the DVDs, do what I tell you, and you’ll begin to see improvement right away.

Good luck!

And now, from an old student, Patty:

Hi Murphy,

I may have mentioned I’m working on Sally Goodin. Your version is really great. I’ve gotten compliments in jams and its so fun to play. I’m just amazed at how you figured all this out and mastered the art of teaching it. [Flattery will get your everywhere, Patty!]

This is a hard song to play in jams, unless of course, everyone is familiar with it! The timing is so critical… and hard to get! So, the pool of people who can play it is pretty small! And this is a song that really needs to be played with others!!

I’ve found that keeping the words in my head helps a lot. But I’ve also found that coming into a break from backup is really, really hard! I’ve recently begun to add two pickup notes (1st and 5th strings) before playing the 2nd string (lyric = “had”). It’s working well when I play with a recording. Haven’t tried it with real people yet!

So, I’m wondering if you’ve learned anything new since you made the video that may be helpful to me.

Hi Patty,

Glad you’re working on Sally! Yes, coming into the break from backup IS hard, especially if you’re not sure when the other person is going to throw it to you! And that never seems to be clear in a jam, so you have to be on the alert all the time!

The fill in notes are a good idea. You also might practice coming in off a tag lick, and leaving off the last pinch of the tag to give yourself time to set up for the second string. That would also give you time to put in the pickup notes that actually start the song (5, 2) and you could play it just like you do to start with.

But, as always, WHATEVER WORKS! The more you play it in a jam and try to come in, the more your hand will work something out! Also, in a pinch, you can start with the LOW break and work yourself up to the high break.

Good luck!

Murphy

Hey, thanks Murphy. Great ideas here. I used the low break to come in, as it is so much easier! I hadn’t thought about using the tag. I’ll give that a shot to see how it feels. I love your “whatever works” attitude! It holds a greater weight coming from “The Teacher”! It frees up “The Student” to be creative and experiment with their own ideas. I’m sure your students appreciate that, as I certainly have:)


Patty

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour—Day whatever

Monday, November 16th, 2009

Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Blog Theme Song

I mentioned yesterday that Uncle Earl has a daily blog theme song to accompany their van blog readings. Well, they really came through for me and actually recorded it so that we can all enjoy it. Here is the Murphy Method Blog theme song!! (It’s a .m4a file, which will play in Quicktime. I’ll try and figure out how to make it into an MP3 so that it will be easier for everyone to play.) Thanks, G’earls. You’re the best.

Last night we were in Springfield, Missouri. There were a lot of young peole at the show and we got asked to sign more programs than on any other night so far. The Chapmans, who are from here, came out to see the show, and Rachel and Sierra and her band went out with them afterwards to Steak and Shake.

The last couple of shows I’ve had bad pick karma, and I’m hoping that by writing about it I can purge it. Two nights ago in Fayetteville I had a minor pick incident. It went like this:

Between the first two songs I have to change banjos, from my low-tuned banjo back to my regular Kel Kroydon, which sits in a stand just behind me. This time when I put my Gibson down, my fingerpicks got caught on the strap and came off. They both landed on the floor under the stand. Now, there is not supposed to be any time at all between the first two songs. I even leave off the last note of “Crooked Road” so I can switch and be ready for the downbeat of “Bugs in the Basement” by the time the applause has stopped. The extra time I had to spend putting my picks back on, in addition to being nerve wracking (“What if I can’t get my picks back on at all?!”) was awkwardly silent. But, I did get them on and the show continued apace.

Last night, though, came very close to disaster. A few songs into the set we do a song called “Heavy” on which I do not use picks. I’ve been taking them off and carefully putting them on top rail of our multi-intrument stand, which is just wide enough to balance them (since my stinkin’ stage skirts and dresses don’t have pockets). When I turned around after “Heavy” to put my picks back on they weren’t there. Just think about that for a second. THEY WEREN’T THERE.

I calmly figured that they must have fallen off onto the floor. So I looked on the floor and found one pick behind the stand. One. Holy crap, where are the other two?? I start to panic a little. I move the stand and look under it. No picks. I’m bearing in mind all the while that I’m squatting down beside this instrument stand as gracefully as I can in a short dress and leggings and they’re about to start the next song. Finally I spy my thumbpick and other fingerpick sitting on my banjo. How the heck did they fall onto my banjo? No time to think, I just picked them up and put them on. It flustered me a bit, to the extent that I was off by a fret on a couple licks during “If I Was a Carpenter” (sorry, Robin).

Disaster averted, I finished out the set with all three picks, only slightly distracted by thinking about how much worse it could have been, and how I was going to write about it later in this blog. As I said, I’m hoping that by writing about this I will apease the pick faries and turn my luck back to the good.

Now, a couple of things I meant to include yesterday. The corporate sponsor for our Fayetteville show was Mars (the candy company). They had made this cool poster for the lobby of the theater (Rachel got one to take home with her. She really liked the sexy green fiddle player M&M.):

M&M's Tour Poster

M&M's Tour Poster

They had these backstage. Has anybody ever heard of these before? I don’t like peanut butter, but other people’s reports were positive.

Strawberried Peanut Butter M&M's.

Strawberried Peanut Butter M&M's.

And here is how I’m pogressing on my scarf. I’m going for long and skinny. I’m almost done, I think:

How my crocheting is coming along.

How my crocheting is coming along.

This is a plant that I saw in Fayetteville. I’d never seen one before, I have no idea what it is, but I thought it was really cool:

Does anyone know what this plant is?

Does anyone know what this plant is?

Today is a travel day, heading to Bowling Green, KY.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 17

Sunday, November 15th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Yesterday I found out that not only does the Uncle Earl band read this blog every day in the van, they have a song. A blog song that that they sing. A theme song, if you will. By the end of the tour I’m definitely going to get a recording, audio or hopefully video, that I can share with you.

Last night’s show in Fayetteville was the best show that we’ve done so far. The crowd was wonderful. We Bee-Liners got a genuine standing ovation, at the end they gave Uncle Earl a long standing ovation, and again at the end of the encore. They really, really wanted the second encore, so we obliged with “Angel Band.” We were competing with a college football game that night, and several people mentioned  that they hated we were on the same night. Otherwise we would have gotten a much bigger crowd, they said.

There was a brew pub right across the street from the theater, so after the show two-thirds of the Bee-Liners, and two-fifths of Uncle Earl and Sierra’s band came out for a pint (well, fifteen ounces). The beer was wonderful, and the company—entertaining doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’d say more, but mostly it was too dirty to post on our family-friendly blog.

From somewhat earlier in the day I’d like to share this picture:

Rachel Johnson---proud to be taller than a parking meter!

Rachel Johnson---proud to be taller than a parking meter!

Rachel went to eat breakfast with Clay Hess, Sierra’s guitar player. Walking down the street he happened to notice that her head barely cleared the top of the parking meters, and they decided to immortalize it on film, well, in pixels.

Today we’re headed to Springfield, Missouri. Not a long drive. Yay!

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day16

Saturday, November 14th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Yesterday was a long drive from Texas to Arkansas. It took us about nine and a half hours total. I had a difference of opinion with the GPS, which took us on an indirect, but mostly interstate route, passing by Dallas, where we ran into slow traffic, of course. I wanted to go the very direct but slightly smaller road route, which would have saved gas if not time. Oh how enslaved we have become to this device that is supposed to make our lives easier.

We stopped at a buffet-style restaurant called Sam’s for lunch. It had the most hideous gift shop I’d ever seen, full of stinky candles and tacky “personalized” souvenirs. We were forced to wait there for five or ten minutes until they seated us. Brandi later speculated that it’s probably a marketing plan to make people to spend time in the gift shop so they’ll be more likely to buy something. Because there were plenty of empty tables.

My first crocheting attempt.

My first crocheting attempt.

Rachel showed me how to crochet and I made good, if uneven, progress on a red scarf. (I know it doesn’t look red in this picture.) By the time we made it to Ft. Smith, Arkansas, we were all very ready to be out of the van. Rachel joined up with Clay Hess, Cory Walker, and Jacob Eller from Sierra’s band and ventured out to the Choctaw casino, where she watched them win some money, and lose some money. Playing at the casino tonight are the Dan Tyminski Band, the Grascals, and Earl Scruggs. Can’t we just stay here and watch them play???

Jeremy and I sought out the local mexican restaurant where margaritas and guacamole erased our travel fatigue. On our walk there we spotted a coffee shop that looked promising for breakfast. This morning after my workout I walked down there, bringing my laptop and planning to blog from there. What a surprise to find that they are CLOSED on SATURDAYS!! What kind of coffeehouse is closed on Saturday morning? The kind in Ft. Smith, apparently.

Tonight we play in Fayetteville, AR. Hopefully everyone from there won’t be driving down here to hear Earl play!

This is just too weird. It says it has "natural flavor and certified color." What the heck does that mean--certified color??

This is just too weird. I saw it in a Texas convenience store. It says it has "natural flavor and certified color." What the heck does that mean--certified color??

P.S. – Here is the link to by second weekly report on the tour for the Bluegrass Blog.

Peeling up the Asphalt: A Florida-Georgia Trip

Friday, November 13th, 2009
Red Henry

Red Henry

Folks, I’m just back from a music trip to Florida and Georgia, and it was a blast.

On Saturday our festival group, Red & Chris and Their All-Star Band (myself, Christopher, Jenny Obert, John Hedgecoth, and Barbara Johnson) performed at the Great Hahira Pick-In. Now, that may look like a strange name for a bluegrass festival, but an excellent one, which Murphy and I used to play, was put on there for 16 years back in the 1980′s and 90′s. This was a one-time revival of those old shows, and it drew a very large crowd. Along with doing quite a bit of original music, we found that we could do more hard-core Monroe bluegrass for the crowd than we usually can at a bluegrass show, so we piled on the rarely-heard old stuff: Stoney Lonesome. Close By. Brown County Breakdown. Rawhide (not as rare, but just as hard-core if played right). The band and the audience all had a great time.

This festival had an excellent hospitality tent for the performers. Now folks, that is a great thing. When you’ve been playing on stage, selling CDs, visiting with dozens of people, and generally being on your feet for a long time, it’s really nice to be able to sit down and have a good meal. Thanks, folks!

At Hahira it was a pleasure to visit again with Marty Raybon, whose family band, American Bluegrass Express, played many of the same festivals we did in the Southeast 25 and 30 years ago. It was a special treat that Marty’s brother Tim was there too. Tim’s a nice guy and good musician who fillled in with us on bass for a weekend long ago.

After playing our second set we sold some CDs, packed up our stuff, and headed to Gainesville, Florida for a show the next day.

Next time– Sunday!

Red

PS– Barry Hyatt has posted an 8-minute clip of our festival set on YouTube (the date was actually November 7th, but that’s OK!):

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 15

Friday, November 13th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Yesterday was interesting. I feel like touring is starting to wear on us a little bit. We had a 300 mile drive to the gig yesterday, from Baton Rouge, LA, to The Woodlands, TX. Our band stopped at Al T’s Seafood and Steakhouse for some cajun food for lunch. That was a total success.

When we pulled into the Dosey Doe Coffeehouse, there was no one there. The other bands weren’t there yet and there wasn’t a single car in the parking lot. Actually it turned out there was one guy there, and he let us in so we could unload instruments and equipment. The Dosey Doe is a cool venue—a 150 year old barn from Kentucky that they disassembled and moved to Texas, reassembled and turned into a restaurant, coffeehouse, and music venue. Great coffee, really good food, and a nice atmosphere. And wireless internet. Kudos.

But. They don’t have a backstage or dressing rooms, which makes it hard on us, what with sixteen people needing to put cases and bags somewhere. Soundcheck wasn’t going to happen until much later than we thought, so we went to our hotel, checked in and chilled out for a little while. I got my laundry done (that doesn’t really count as chilling out, does it?), and Rachel and I made a Wal-Mart run.

The crowd at the Doesy Doe.

The crowd at the Doesy Doe.

Back at the venue we soundchecked and ate (I highly recommend the cream of mushroom soup). It got to be about half an hour before showtime and there weren’t very many people there. We began to get concerned. Turns out we had a good reason to be concerned. The crowd that night totaled fifteen people, which meant that all the band members officially outnumbered the audience.  :(

The show, however, was very good. All the bands were more relaxed and really interacted with the crowd. And the people who came were really a great audience. They clapped loudly and often and really did their part to contribute to the show. We can’t thank them enough for coming!!

Uncle Earl

Uncle Earl

It’s funny how when the gig is very low-key, we have lots of time to tweet. Bryn posted this, which made us all crack up. She’s kidding, of course, but we are on that middle plateau of the tour where we’re starting to get a little bit tired of everyone else, but the end is not quite in sight. Today is a longish travel day, about nine hours, and we play in Fayetteville, AR, tomorrow. Rachel’s going to teach me how to crochet.

Me and Mama Play Scrabble

Thursday, November 12th, 2009
Murphy Henry

Murphy Henry

I’ll probably blog about the Misfit Jam tonight, but just in case I don’t, I wanted to share a few comments that Mama made while we were playing Scrabble this weekend. (These comments are especially for you, Marty, since you get such a kick out of them!)

I will preface these by saying that all her long life, for all of her 84 years, Mama has managed to bury her competitive streak so deeply that I didn’t even know she had one! (Although others might be quick to point out that it probably leapt right into me on the day of my birth! Ditto the rest of my sisters!) So that’s one thing that makes these remarks so funny to me. And they are all said in a completely deadpan manner.

Murphy to Mama: “Now you’re ahead of me.”

Mama: “Good, good, good. That’s the way I like it.”
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Murphy to Mama, after Mama has made a small score: “You’re still ahead of me.”
Mama: “That makes me feel better. It certainly does.”
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Murphy to Mama after she makes another small score: “You’re still ahead.”

No comment from Mama. I think maybe she didn’t hear me. So I say, “Plus you messed up my word.”

Mama: “Good. That makes it even better.”

And now one poignant comment:

Mama had the Q and was studying the board long and hard, trying to figure out a way to use the U that was down. It couldn’t be done. So I said, “I’ll put down a U that you can use.” So on my next play, I put down “dune” with an easily-accessible U. So I say to Mama, “Here’s a U you can use.”
She says, “What do I need a U for?” Sigh….

I can’t tell you how grateful I am for the time to spend playing Scrabble with Mama. I’m building memories.