Last night I went to the Station Inn to watch and take part in the special Sidemen Reunion show that was being held in conjunction with the IBMA convention this week. The Sidemen were, as the name suggests, players who worked as side musicians in other bluegrass bands. They played at the Station Inn every Tuesday night for sixteen years (starting around 1989) and when I moved to town in 2001 I almost never missed a show, at least for the first two or three years I was here. When I started going to see them the band usually consisted of Terry Eldredge (guitar), Mike Bub (bass), Rob McCoury (banjo), Jimmy Campbell (fiddle), Gene Wooten (King of the Carolina Dobro Pickers), and Mike Compton (mandolin). Earlier incarnations of the band, and the version that appeared on their CD, included Larry Perkins on the banjo, Ronnie McCoury on mandolin, and the great Ed Dye on bones and showmanship.
They were my musical idols—much closer to my age than the bluegrass founders we had all learned from, yet their knowledge and experience was (and still is) much more vast than my own. When I was learning to play banjo it was a HUGE accomplishment for me when I went to the Station Inn (one of the first few times I’d gone there, I think I was eighteen or nineteen) and they asked me on stage to play some. As I remember, Rob was playing and he motioned for me to get my banjo and come up. Then he left the stage and there I was, the banjo player, to finish out what remained of the set. I kept pictures of that night on my dorm room wall throughout college. It was a rite of passage. I remember that I made a complete mess of the break to “Footprints in the Snow,” in E (I was supposed to play a chorus but started out on a verse and get tangled up). But they were so nice and told me to just try it again.
Many a night when I moved to town I’d take over the banjo duties from Rob sometime in the second set and it meant a huge amount to me to be included in such illustrious company.
At last night’s reunion show it was great to see old friends (Mike and Lester Armistead, Richard Bailey, Tony Williamson, Casey Campbell (Jimmy’s son), Shad Cobb, Steve Thomas, Roland White, Jamie Johnson) but it was a sad reminder of who we have lost over the years—Gene Wooten, Jimmy Campbell, and Ed Dye—all unique individuals, gone too early. There were a good 12-15 people on stage at a time last night and it was banjo heavy, with Larry Perkins, Richard Bailey, Rob McCoury, and myself on one end of the stage (Richard was actually standing OFF the stage!). There was a fun and funny moment that occurred on a song in E, I wish I could remember which one. It was a medium-tempo standard where that two-finger, up-the-neck, first-and-second-string backup lick fit perfectly. Richard started doing it and through one of those great-minds-think-alike moments he conveyed to us that we should all do it. So there we were, like the banjo section in an orchestra, playing the same part and it sounded awesome. It was also extremely amusing, to ourselves if not to anyone else.
The set was seemed short, but I guess it was around ninety minutes. Folks were in and out, up and down from the stage, and many of us (myself included) had to head over to IBMA afterwards to play showcases. It was a wonderful night, but it also showed that you can’t recapture the magic of the past once the world and the people in it have moved on.


