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Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 14

Thursday, November 12th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Today we’re in Baton Rouge, LA, where none of us have ever been before. Brandi is especially pumped to be in Louisiana because that’s where the Sookie Stackhouse novels are based and she is pretty sure we’re going to see at least one vampire before we leave the state.

We’re playing at the Manship Theater, which is in a big huge building that also houses the Louisiana State University Museum of Art. We didn’t go to the museum. However, Brandi and I did go to Louisiana’s Old State Capitol museum, which is across the street. When we get to a venue we always have time to kill because Uncle Earl soundchecks first. That can take anywhere from one to two hours. So Brandi and I wandered across the street to the building about which Mark Twian said, “It is pathetic … that a whitewashed castle, with turrets and things … should ever have been built in this otherwise honorable place.” After seeing pictures of that incarnation of the building, I have to agree with him.

The building now houses a museum about the history of Louisiana’s governors and government and it is one of the best museums I’ve ever been to. It successfully does the thing that many modern museums try to do, which is to be interactive, without being a bit cheesy. It conveys lots of information, especially about Huey Long, quickly and elegantly and is just really, really cool. I certainly never thought I’d say that about a Louisiana government museum.

The Manship Theater is a medium-sized space with two, count them two, balconies. They also had the best backstage snack spread I’ve ever seen, as evidenced by the pictures below. At the end of the night I filled a plastic bag full of the fruit and brought it back to the hotel for breakfast–kept overnight in the ice bucket. Tonight’s show followed the trend of our last couple of shows—small but enthusiastic crowd. They really seemed to like what all the bands were doing.

Tomorrow will be a long day: a five hour drive followed by the show at the Dosey Doe Coffeehouse in The Woodlands, Texas.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 13

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

We had a long, rainy drive yesterday through Hurricane Ida, which lasted from Atlanta all the way across Alabama. Jeremy and Robin split the driving duties, Rachel crocheted a scarf, both Buddy and Brandy were immersed in Sookie Stackhouse novels, and I read and finished Julie and Julia, which I liked. I especailly apprecited the author’s consuming love of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A woman after my own heart.

Once we arrived that the Hyatt in Baton Rouge, Jeremy, Buddy, Brandi, and all the members of Uncle Earl went to see Darrell Scott play at the Manship Theater, where we’re playing tonight. Bryn (Earl bassist) played a lot of the show with him. She has said he is her absolute favorite person to tour with. Once while on tour, Darrell took his band biking down the Virginia Creeper trail in southwest Virginia. He’s also a total foodie and knows all sorts of chefs, so he finds the best restaurants to eat at in every city where they play.

As ashamed as I am to write this, Rachel and I stayed in and watched TV. It sounds completely lame, but I was SO tired and downtime on the road is very important. Most of the band had downtime in Asheville, but I was at my aunt’s birthday party and I badly needed a night to veg out and do nothing. Four episodes of The Office, M&Ms for supper, ten hours sleep, and a good workout this morning were just what the doctor ordered.

Here are a couple pictures from Monday night at the Red Light Café. I’ve completely dropped the ball as far as taking pictures is concerned, so I have my friend Myrna Talbot and uncle Mike Johnson to thank for these:

The Dixie Bee-Liners at the Red light Cafe in Atlanta.

The Dixie Bee-Liners at the Red light Cafe in Atlanta.

Casey Henry, Buddy Woodard (hidden), Brandi Hart, and Jeremy Darrow.

Casey Henry, Buddy Woodard (hidden), Brandi Hart, and Jeremy Darrow.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 12

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Let me just tell you the lengths to which  I will go to blog for you people. Today started out great with my friend Myrna picking me up at the hotel so we could go to hot yoga. Awesome. Wonderful class. I get back to the hotel and take my coupon for our complimentary breakfast down to the restaurant and sit down to eat my eggs and oatmeal. Only after I’m halfway done with my meal do I learn that the breakfast is NOT in fact complimentary, but we have to pay full price for it, which is $15. That’s the first bummer.

Then I go back to my room, wallet lighter, to post this blog, only to find that the hotel DOESN’T HAVE FREE WI-FI!!! So. I walk down the street to the Caribou Coffee, which does have free wi-fi (thank you Caribou!). No big deal, except that there’s a hurricane here and do I have a rain jacket? No. Do I have an umbrella? Of course not. Even still, everything was okay, if a little damper than usual, until I get right in front of the store and step in a four-inch deep puddle. So my shoes and socks are SOAKING wet and I’m not sure even our eight-hour drive to Baton Rouge today will be long enough to dry them out.

And now I’m about to run out of time before I have to go back and load my stuff in the van, so I’d better say a word or two about the show last night and make this a somewhat legitimate blog. The Red Light Cafe, Atlanta. Small bar, great crowd. Really fun show, especially when we squoze all sixteen of us on the small stage for the finale. It was like a clown car, only it was a clown stage. We just kept packing people onto it.

Tonight once we get to Baton Rouge we’re going to go see Darrell Scott play at the same theater where we’re playing tomorrow night. Completely pumped about that. We’re just hoping that this hurricane rain doesn’t last all the way to Louisianna!

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour—Day 10 and 11

Monday, November 9th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

If it wasn’t for having to title this blog every day, I’d have no idea how many days we’ve been on tour. Today I was criticized by my tour mates for not updating the blog yesterday, which, I might add, was our day off, so I’d better get with the program today.

Friday night’s hotel was a little weird. It was called the Country Hearth Inn and it still had that new construction smell. There was a high school sports team staying there, as well as a huge group of women who were very enthusiastic and loud, and the walls were very thin, so I could hear people talking in the rooms on both sides of me, and they weren’t even talking loudly. I tried to turn on the AC to drown out the noise, but the fan wouldn’t stay on, so I resorted to ear plugs.

Then in the morning the hot water they had for tea had obviously been run through the coffee maker and tasted awful. And one of the lamps in my room was missing a lightbulb.

But the whole experience was redeemed as we were loading the van, when Robin donned one of the Uncle Earl Halloween wigs:

Robin Davis will wear that starry crown over there.

Robin Davis will wear that starry crown over there.

After that highlight I broke off from the rest of the band, rented a car, and went to my aunt Laurie’s fiftieth birthday party. Great food, great wine, two different chocolate cakes. What more can one ask from a party?

The rest of the band drove to Asheville and took it easy. They had the best Indian food that they’ve ever had (so they tell me) at a restaurant called Mela. Brandi finished book four of Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels. Jeremy practiced mandolin. I’m not privy to what the other bands did, but everyone really, really enjoyed their day off.

I re-met the rest of the band today, dropping my rental car off and getting Rachel and her boyfriend Chris to come pick me up and take me to our hotel. Tonight’s venue was the Orange Peel, a club, rather than a theater, which is what we’ve mostly been playing up to this point.

After our load-in and soundcheck Jeremy, Robin, and I walked down the street to a noodle shop for supper. Jeremy had won ton noodle soup, Robin had seseme noodles, and I had tom tom noddle soup. All was well and good until Jeremy bit down on what he thought was a tough piece of cabbage. Unfortunately it wasn’t. This is what is was:

Jeremy Darrow with the rogue soup ingredient.

Jeremy Darrow with the rogue soup ingredient.

In case you can’t tell, it’s a piece of paper, like the kind of seal that’s on top of the parmesean cheese container under the cap that you have to take off before you can shake it out. Yeah. And they tried to charge him for it anyway. He made them take it off the bill.

The crowd tonight was very enthusiastic, if not very large. They genuinely seemed to like what we did, and that made us feel good. Alas, they didn’t seem to like it enough to buy CDs, though. You win some, you lose some.

Tonight’s post-show libations were at the Irish pub down the street, Hannah Flannagan’s. Boddington’s for me, Guinness for Jeremy, not sure for Robin. Boy that really hit the spot.

Today is a short drive down to Atlanta, where we’re playing at the Red Light Cafe. I know at least eleven people, my family and friends, who are coming tonight, so we should be able to pack the place!

Monday night's marquee.

Monday night's marquee.

Banjo.com Workshop in Marietta

Monday, November 9th, 2009
Murphy Henry

Murphy Henry

Greetings once again from the Peach State, home of Ty Cobb, the Georgia Peach! I’m down here doing my weekend with the folks and have just finished fixing supper and then cleaning up the kitchen (massively dirty since this afternoon I baked and iced a birthday pound cake for my youngest sister Laurie, who on Wednesday will join the rest of the sisters in having achieved the ripe old age of fifty!). I’d love to spend the rest of the blog telling you about my cake baking experience which included borrowing real vanilla extract from our neighbor and meeting her in the yard, still in my pajamas at 2:30 pm! But my guess is most of you will be way more interested in hearing about the banjo workshop!

The Saturday morning workshop was sponsored by the wonderful folks at banjo.com, John and Mark, and I had agreed to it primarily because I could combine it with my monthly trip home. Seventeen folks had signed up for the four-hour teaching session, which was held in a church sanctuary just a few doors down from banjo.com. (Have I said “banjo.com” enough times yet?)

The tricky thing about doing a workshop is trying to find something to teach that will satisfy all comers. When I realized that we had a number of beginners in the class, I decided to go with the tried and true high break to the ubiquitous I-IV-V-I chord progression which fits numbers such as “The Prisoner’s Song,” “Thinking Tonight of My Blue Eyes,” and, of course, “Blue Ridge Cabin Home.” The nice thing about the break is that it can be done with basically one roll, the Foggy Mountain Breakdown Roll (2121,5215), and an up-the-neck tag lick, which is the hard part. (And is found on our Easy Songs for Banjo DVD!)

Everyone did really well playing the roll in the G, C, and D chords. But when we moved on to the choke lick, as a substitute for the D lick, people started dropping like flies. Okay, perhaps I’ve overstated that. But it was interesting (and frustrating) to see that even though the roll stayed the same, having to choke that second string (10th fret) made the roll sound SO different that it confused the fingers.

In order to give the students a rest from choking (that does sound weird…) I showed them that the choke lick could be used against a G chord, a C chord, or a D chord. (And large thanks to Mark for playing the guitar throughout the workshop!) This was fascinating to them, and precipitated several questions that I could not answer about why this was so. I told them to take it up with Bill Keith! The only answer I could give was that, yes, the choked note was an “A”. Why does that work in G? I don’t know. Why does that work in C? I don’t know. Why does that work in D? I don’t know. I just know it sounds good. Not one of my more shining moments!

The up-the-neck tag lick gave us trouble, as I knew it would, but we powered on through with many, many repetitions which is how we learned the whole song. For the most part, we played well together especially with Mark bearing down loudly on the guitar when folks got out of time. I reminded them that this was not a race, and that you didn’t get points for finishing ahead of everybody else. I also posed this question: “If I am doing the C lick, and you are doing the choke lick, guess who is wrong?”

After we had the whole break down, we looked at the chords, starting with the simplest (for the beginners) open G, first-position C, and first-position D-7. I was pleasantly surprised that everyone vamped on the off beat from the get-go. Again, having the guitar really helped because all I had to say was, “You vamp when the guitar does the strum.” And Mark was good to provide runs between the chords.

Now that we had the break and the chords, we put the whole song together with the singing. I kicked it off with Earl’s classic intro and half the class took the first break, then the other half took the second break. It sounded wonderful!

So, not only had we learned the break and the vamping, but I also hoped that everyone had seen how easy it is to learn by ear. And, almost paradoxically, how many, many repetitions you have to execute in order to commit a lick to muscle memory. But, unlike tab, even when you are playing only four notes, or eight notes, what you are doing is always musical. So, to me, it’s always fun! Especially when seventeen banjos are playing the FMB roll in perfect time!

I hope to do more workshops for banjo.com in the coming months, since this one worked out so well. We’ll let you know by email, by blog, and on their website—did I mention that was banjo.com?—and ours!

Zombieland! (Banjo content!)

Sunday, November 8th, 2009
Murphy Henry

Murphy Henry

I almost never watch horror flicks as they are way too scary. Not to mention gross. (Buffy and True Blood don’t count!) But having first heard about Zombieland from The Dixie Bee-Liners and then having my friend Kathy tell me it was actually funny, when I found myself with time on my hands while Red was at his flying lesson last week (!), I headed to the movies. (Where, I am not embarrassed to say, I asked for the Senior Citizen discount. And got it! Without being carded, which, I’ll admit, was disappointing…) Anyhow, Zombieland was entertaining and even laugh-out-loud-funny in places. (Twinkies were mentioned.)

[Spoiler alert as I tell you a little about the plot.]

So the whole world has been taken over by zombies. Everything is deserted and smashed up. Two young men who have survived meet up and decide to travel together. One of the guys has a thing for Hostess Twinkies. They go into a grocery store looking for some sugary goodness. Voila! Twinkie-guy now has a banjo in his hands. (Where did that come from?) He knows zombies are in the store, so to summon them quickly (so he can kill them) he plays……what would you guess he plays? Those few well-recognized notes from “Dueling Banjos”!

Sure enough, here comes a zombie! Is he wearing overalls? I think so. And how do you think the zombie gets killed? If you guessed banjo to the face you’d be right! (Although, come to think of it, I don’t think that inexpensive banjo would have had a tone ring in it, so frankly I don’t think it would have been heavy enough to do much damage. Now if it had been a Stelling…Whoa! I’m worried about points of accuracy in a zombie movie?)

The boys have further adventures and meet up with two sisters who have survived (and who fleece them out of their guns) but that is the end of the banjo content. If you have a twisted since of humor and don’t mind a lot of gore (I did shut my eyes a few times), you might get a few laughs out of Zombieland. I know I did.

Dixie Bee-Liners: The Making of “Heavy”

Saturday, November 7th, 2009

Many thanks to Jeremy Darrow for his video editing.

Other posts on this video shoot can be found here.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour—Day 9

Saturday, November 7th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

This is the eighth in my series of tour blogs from the American Revival concerts. In order for you to make sense of them you’ll need to know this: The Dixie Bee-Liners are Brandi Hart (guitar, vocals), Buddy Woodward (mandolin), Rachel Johnson (fiddle), Jeremy Darrow (bass), Robin Davis (guitar), and myself Casey Henry on banjo.

Tonight, I thought, was the best show that we’ve done so far. A lot of that had to do with audience response—they hooted and hollered (I don’t think it was just my relatives yelling…)—and that makes such a difference. We also had a chance to warm up before the show. That helps, too. And for some reason we really seemed to groove. Maybe it was Rachel’s new sweater (bought on her K-Mart shopping spree yesterday). Maybe it was the pre-show glass of wine.

On stage I was momentarily distracted when I realized that the crotch of my tights had slipped lower than was really comfortable, but I persevered. I’m also not really liking how constricting my new pencil skirt is, but I think I can get my tailor to make the slit up the back bigger to give me a little more room to move around.

Our text-in promotion is going great. We got the most texts we’ve ever gotten last night: fifty!! Yet still, one of the winners didn’t stop by the table to pick up their wristband. Hmmm.

The day started off with a quick two-hour drive during which, I’m proud to say, we did not make a single stop. That’s almost unheard of in this band. Since we got here so early I went on a nice little walk around downtown Greensboro and found an awesome bakery and coffeeshop, Simple Kneads, where I got an amazing scone, a latte, and some hummus and bread for my supper later on. (It also turned out to be my breakfast…) Right next door just happens to be a yarn shop, which I’m going back to tomorrow to pick out some yarn for Rachel to crochet me a scarf.

Our post-show libations were at a wine bar called Rioja where they had lots of cool art, including this nifty painting:

The totally coincidental painting of a banjo at the wine bar.

The totally coincidental painting of a banjo at the wine bar.

We are all looking forward to tomorrow, which is a day off—on a Saturday! How ‘bout that. I’m spending the day in Charlotte, attending my aunt’s 50th birthday party, and I’ll meet up with the rest of the band in Asheville on Sunday for our show at The Orange Peel.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour—Day 8

Friday, November 6th, 2009

Casey Henry

Casey Henry

This is the seventh in my series of tour blogs from the American Revival concerts. In order for you to make sense of them you’ll need to know this: The Dixie Bee-Liners are Brandi Hart (guitar, vocals), Buddy Woodward (mandolin), Rachel Johnson (fiddle), Jeremy Darrow (bass), Robin Davis (guitar), and myself Casey Henry on banjo.

Today we traveled from the cute town of Newberry, SC, up to Morganton, NC to play at the Municipal Auditorium. This was a much bigger, 1000+ seat, hall, and the crowd was also bigger, but they didn’t give us back much enery-wise, so although our set was beter and we were more focused on playing as a group, it was hard to generate much momentum.

Sierra Hull had a fill-in fiddler, because Christian Ward had to miss this show: Jim VanCleave from Mountain Heart. Rachel took the opportunity to buy his new Become A More Complete Fiddler DVD so that she can steal some of his hot licks.

Rachel Johnson and Kristin Andreassen working up their clogging bit. (Paula Bradley in the background.)

Rachel Johnson and Kristin Andreassen working up their clogging bit. (Paula Bradley in the background.)

Another nice addition to the show was a little clogging riff from Rachel and Kristin Andreassen. Our finale number is “Sittin’ on Top of the World.” For the first week of shows Kristin and Bryn Davies have been doing a bass and clogging break. Last night in the dressing room Rachel and Kristin worked out a little back and forth routine, so now it’s a bass-and-two-cloggers trio break. It rocked, and the crowd loved it.

We had a second encore all ready—“Angel Band”—but the crowd wasn’t that interested, so we didn’t do it. Next time we have an enthusiastic crowd, though, they’ll get to hear it.

The dressing room last night was busy with business. I worked on sending out a Murphy Method newsletter promoting the remaining tour dates, and Kristin was working on an Uncle Earl newsletter. (I’d like to mention how wonderful it is when theaters have a good wireless internet connection. It makes it so much easier to get work done.) Brandi took a much-deserved day off and got absorbed in Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Today: The Carolina Theater in Greensboro, NC.

Scratchin’ Gravel and Packed to Travel

Thursday, November 5th, 2009
Red Henry

Red Henry

Folks, Chris and I are just getting ready to head out in the morning for a big music weekend far south of here. On Saturday, we (Red & Chris Henry and Their All-Star Band) will play at the Great Hahira Pick-In, which is at Hahira, Georgia, and then on Sunday we play at Dale Crider’s Pithlachocco Music House at Windsor, Florida. Then we’ll spend Monday recording with Dale, and drive back on Tuesday. This isn’t as big a project as the tour Casey’s on, but it’s a pretty long trip! So what do we pack?

Murphy and I learned one thing about packing clothes long ago: When you’re going to play at a bluegrass festival, be ready for ANY weather, from floods, to 103 degree heat, to freezing snow. If you play festivals long enough you’ll run into all three! Any time of year! So I’ve packed day clothes. I’ve packed stage clothes. I’ve packed light clothes. I’ve packed heavy clothes. I’ve put in a raincoat or two. You can’t be too well-prepared for a festival! The clothes are IN THE VAN.

Now, let’s think about what we need in order to find the show and set up there. I’ve put in maps, directions, and a phone numbers for the festival. (Don’t rely on GPS or the Internet to find a place, when you might be in the hills and nothing works! And always have the promoter’s phone number close by!) And I’ve put in our CD table stuff, which includes Red Henry CDs, and Chris Henry CDs, and Murphy Method DVDs, and Sharpies for signing CDs, and some CD display racks and DVD display racks and a change pouch with some five-dollar bills, and band signs, and price signs, and Murphy Method signs, and also (still with me?) the folding table all that stuff goes on, along with a tablecloth. All that stuff is IN THE VAN.

Now, the instruments. Do we have everything? Chris’s girlfriend Jenny Leigh, a fine fiddler, is traveling and performing with us, so we need extra space for instruments. We’ll have our guitars, mandolins, fiddles, and maybe a mandola with us. And what if an instrument should break a string or even a tuner at the show, or need some light repairs or adjustments on the spot? (That happens, and if you’re a long way from home and something breaks, you may be out of luck!) Well, in case of that, I’ve put in my Goody Box. The Goody Box has extra guitar and mandolin strings, pliers (regular and long-nosed), wire cutters (for strings), extra tuners and tuner parts for mandolins, small flat and triangular files (for adjusting nut slots and bridge slots), small and tiny screwdrivers (regular and phillips-head) for changing out tuners and tailpieces, a little steel ruler and some sandpaper (for fitting and adjusting mandolin bridges), an complete extra mandolin tailpiece, and lots of other small stuff. The Goody Box has really come in handy before when an instrument needed help a long way from home, so I try not to go on road trips without it. It is IN THE VAN.

I’ve made sure my electronic tuner is in my mandolin case, along with a lead pencil (for lubricating nut slots) and plenty of strings. Now, finally, we come to what we’ll need once we’re on stage: SET LISTS. I’ve made up the set lists and printed them out in triplicate so I won’t lose them all, and tossed them into my guitar case. So is that everything we need? If it isn’t, we’ll have to do without! All I have to do in the morning is toss the instruments in the vehicle and get behind the wheel. We’ll be “flyin’ south to Dixie” by sunup. See you (excuse me, see Y’ALL) at Hahira!

Red