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Banjo Camp North

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

Murphy Henry

I’m just  back from a lovely weekend in Charlton, Massachusetts, making my first appearance at Banjo Camp North, where I was able spend some quality time hanging out with my buddy, Bill Evans. Somehow we remain friends even though we totally disagree about right-hand position and using a continuous roll to play banjo backup!

We do, however, enjoy performing together so we helped each other out during the faculty concert on Friday where we played “Clinch Mountain Backstep” and “Come Back to Me Little Darling” (Bill’s tunes) and “M and M Blues” and “Bury Me Beneath the Willow” (my tunes). We also managed to work in a bit of humor which included Bill playing some crazy, off-the-wall melodic break in the middle of “Willow” and me grabbing his banjo neck and muting his strings with my hand. He then made some lame excuse saying, “But it’s my style” to which I responded, “Yeah, but I don’t like it and this is my tune!” The audience just howled. All in fun, of course.

Helping us out were Pete Kelley on bass, Phil Zimmerman playing killer Monroe-style mandolin, Dick Bowden on guitar, and Alan Kaufman on fiddle. A total tip of the hat to these guys who had never heard “M and M Blues” before. In fact as I was introducing the song, Bill was talking to the band, telling them the arrangement, and clueing them into the fact that there were stops on the chorus! When I took my banjo break (which was Earl’s first break to Foggy Mountain Special), Bill twinned me. It was awesome. Bill can twin just about anything. Which is why I had chosen “Willow”, just so Bill could twin it.

Saturday night Tony Trischka played in faculty concert and Bill and I had pulled up folding chairs to sit together in the back of the audience. When Tony sat down to play, however, we couldn’t see his hands so we got up and walked to the side of the room so we could see better. Well…..when Tony was done (the Finnish polka he played was particularly amazing) we walked back to our seats only to find that Riley Baugus (the great clawhammer player from North Carolina) was sitting in my seat. Bill was all for pulling up another chair but I said “Watch this. I’m gonna make Riley move.”

So I walk up to Riley and say, “You’re sitting in my seat.” Riley looks up sort of startled and I could tell he was fixing to say something but I continued on. I said, “You’re from North Carolina. [Dramatic pause.] You know what you have to do.” And, sure enough, he got up and gave me his seat. I knew he would. He’s a Good Boy From The South. It was hysterical! As I sat down (gracefully) I looked over at Bill and he has this disbelieving look on his face like “How did that happen?” And I’m laughing so hard I’ve got tears in my eyes. One reason I knew this would work was that on Riley’s part of the show Friday he was kind enough to mention that he was happy to see me way up here in Massachusetts. He said he liked talking to me because I didn’t have an accent!

I will close with a great quote from Bill. As we were watching the show Friday night he said, “When someone sits down to play you know it’s either gonna be very interesting and innovative or it’s gonna be old-time.” I’m not sure what that means regarding our own playing since we stood up!

Okay, I’m not quite done. There’s one more quote. This from one of the students who was there. I didn’t get his name but I think he had some of our Murphy Method DVDs. He said he’d enjoyed hearing me play and being in the classes and the slow jam. He then said, “I didn’t know you would be so nice.” I took that in the spirit it was offered, as a sincere compliment.

And finally as I was sitting down in the dining hall for our final lunch, director Mike Holmes says to me, “So, who should I hire next year, you or Casey?” (Casey has taught at Banjo Camp North several times and the people up there love her!) At first I said, “Hire Casey!” But then I quickly rethought that and walked over to him and said, “Hire us both!  We can be your only mother-daughter duo. It’s a great selling point!” Being the canny New England businessperson that he is, he said he’d think about it! So, we’ll see. Check out Banjo Camp North on line and make your plans to be there next year!

First Gig As A Grandma

Sunday, September 11th, 2011

Murphy Henry

As you have probably figured out from the lack of blogs coming from me, I am still in Nashville helping Casey take care of little Dalton. (Who is cute as a bug in a rug, of course!) But last night I ventured out of the house to play a gig with my son, Chris.

Chris had told me he was playing on Saturday night at The Five Spot so I had told him I’d love to come down and watch since the show started early (8 pm) and only lasted for an hour. (I had to get back to take the night shift of Dalton watching so Casey could sleep some.) Chris then asked if I’d like to bring my banjo and get up and play a number or two. Sure, I said, since the gig seemed informal and the band seemed to be a pickup band. Then, just as I had settled down for my afternoon nap Chris called again and said that there really wasn’t a banjo player available and did I want to play the whole hour. I asked two questions: Did he think I would fit in with the rest of the players? And would they be playing standards? He said yes to both so I said, Okay, I’ll do it.

Fortunately the Five Spot, a local, funky East Nashville bar, was not too far away and I had actually driven in that area earlier in the week as I made what seemed to have become a daily grocery run to some grocery store or other. (Shout out to the Turnip Truck which has a great selection of organic food. And one of the Turnip Truck stores is right across from the Station Inn!) I called Chris on my way over and told him to meet me outside the bar and escort me in. (And carry my banjo….er, Casey’s banjo which still has a tone ring and is heavy as all get out especially with that Calton case!) I figure now that I’m a grandma someone else can carry my banjo!

We arrived way earlier than anyone else which gave Chris time to eat a sandwich before we started. As the band he had assembled came meandering in one at a time I was introduced to all of them: Brad Folk, the guitar player and singer who used to play with the Colorado band Open Road and now plays with the Warrior River Boys; Adam Chassin, the bass player and singer; Matt Raum and Lauren Faks on fiddles. Brad was kind enough to say that he had seen my Murphy Method ads in Bluegrass Unlimited for years and was happy to finally meet me. There was absolutely nothing in his demeanor or speech that caused me to think this but whenever I am playing with people I don’t know (especially ones who know of the Murphy Method) I always feel like I am being graded or challenged or judged: Can she really play? (I’m sure some people would say that’s because I judge other players so what goes around comes around! All I can say is I’m working on being less judgmental!)

But truly the vibe was laid back and friendly and, as Chris would say, “all good” especially since there was no money involved and everyone was just doing this for the fun of playing. (And the band-discounted beer!) (Note: no beer for me! Driving and on baby watch!)

In true Nashville fashion, there was no rehearsal, no talking about the tunes we would play. We tuned up individually and stepped onto the stage. Chris leaned over to me and said, “Can you kick off ‘Brand New Road Is What I’m Traveling On?’” (Which is a Reno tune that sounds like ‘Lonesome Road Blues’.) “Do you want me to sing tenor?” I asked. He nodded. “Okay, what are the words?” He refreshed me on those and I stepped up to the mike and kicked it off. (Or maybe he kicked it off. I can’t quite remember!) It felt great to be playing again.

Murphy with Chris playing at the Five Spot

Murphy Henry, Chris Henry, Adam Chassin, Matt Raum, Brad Folk, and Lauren Faks at the Five Spot

We did an hour-long set, with each band member taking a turn calling the tune. I chose “East Virginia Blues” and when I stepped up to the mike to introduce it I said, “This is the first gig I’ve played as a grandma! My daughter Casey just had a baby!” The audience (about 30 people) applauded enthusiastically.

Other songs we did included:

Sitting On Top of the World (Brad)

Toy Heart (Brad)

Daybreak in Dixie (my suggestion)

Walking West to Memphis (Chris)

Old Joe Clark (Matt)

Cherokee Shuffle (Lauren)

Kentucky Waltz (Adam)

Meet Me Out On the Mountain (Chris)

A Webb Pierce number which I think was More and More (Brad)

Roll in my Sweet Baby’s Arms (by guest fiddler David)

Love’s Gonna Live Here Again (Brad)

We closed out with Rawhide which was fast as…..the dickens! And then Chris sped it up! And then he sped it up again. At which point I couldn’t even vamp so I just quit!

When we walked off the stage a guy came up and said he’d like to buy the band a round of beer. I would have loved to have taken him up on it, but as I noted before, I had “promises to keep and hours to go before I could sleep.”

When I got back to Casey’s house about 10 pm she was just putting Dalton down. I climbed in bed beside his crib and Casey went down the hall to sleep in my bed. He stayed asleep (with one short rocking interlude) till 2 am, when Casey came in to feed him. At which point I headed to my own well-earned rest! I awoke seven hours later to a brand new day to spend with my brand-new grandson. Life is good!

Chris’s Song IBMA Final Nominee!

Thursday, August 18th, 2011

Murphy Henry

I couldn’t wait to tell you all our son Christopher’s song, “Walkin’ West to Memphis,” made the final ballot for IBMA Song of the Year! There are only five songs nominated and his is one of them. What an honor! The song was recorded by the Gibson Brothers on their album Help My Brother. [Here's the link to download Chris's version of the song from CD Baby. And here's the link to do the same from iTunes. And finally here's the iTunes link to the Gibson Brothers' version.]

Many of you know that Chris is a top-notch mandolin and guitar player. (If I do say so myself!) But he is also an extremely gifted songwriter. He and Casey recorded a number of his songs on their CD Get Along Girl, including the aforementioned “Walkin’ West to Memphis.” (Don’t you just love the word “aforementioned”?!) He also included a bunch of his songs on his own CD, Monroe Approved. One of my favorites there is “Listen to the Lonesome Train (Boxcar Door).” He recorded that with Roland White and it is, as we say in the biz, a keeper fer sure.

IBMA 2011 Nominees

The 2011 IBMA nominees. Chris is second from the left, standing next to Ronnie McCoury. Photo from the Bluegrass Blog.

Whenever an event requiring a present comes along, I can almost guarantee that I will get a CD from Chris with a new song or several new songs on it. The title of one, “Maybelle’s Been a Bad Dog” is pretty self-explanatory! He’s got a project in the can now that features a lot of newly-written old country-type songs. He plays some old-school electric guitar on these (in addition to mandolin and acoustic guitar) and does some mighty fine singing.

Last night when I was waiting (with bated breath) to hear if Chris’s song got nominated I was in the middle of lessons. Right after he texted to say his song was, indeed, a final nominee, Bob Mc, who was listening to Sirius Radio on his way home from his lesson, texted to say “congratulations.” I love texting! (And I’m SURE Bob was not texting and driving!)

Mark was also listening to the radio on his way to the lesson. Since Logan is going off to college Friday (Virginia Tech) I had arranged with Mark to turn his lesson (my last one of the night) into a jam session and had invited Logan and Bob Van to come pick. As soon as Mark walked in he said he’d heard about Chris’s song on the radio too. He had had the classic bluegrass response. He said, “I ran off the road!” That usually happens when a banjo picker hears Earl on the radio for the first time, so Chris was in pretty good company!

I was in pretty good company, too, sitting there picking with Mark, and Bob, and Logan while basking in the glow of being a proud mother. We hoisted a few Corona’s in honor of Chris (Not Logan! He has to wait till college!) and proceeded to pick till about 10:00. But the story of that jam will have to wait till another time. I was nice to be with bluegrass folks who understood what a great moment it was for Chris to have a song nominated for Song of the Year.

So, big CONGRATULATIONS to Chris, my fav-o-rite songwriter! And you can bet Red and Casey and I will be there at the Awards Show in September, hoping for Chris to win a Song of the Year trophy, but proud of him no matter what! Yeehaw!

[Editor's Note: You can see the full list of nominees over at the Bluegrass Blog.]

Picking and Dancing

Tuesday, August 9th, 2011

Murphy Henry

I’m just back from a big weekend of kicking up my heels at the West Virginia Square Dance Convention in Buckhannon. “And this is relevant to bluegrass how?” you might be asking. Well, since I spent this past year learning to dance the man’s part, not only did I dance some with my friend and student Janet Moore, but when we got back “home” after the dance we entertained our friends by playing music (banjo and guitar) in the lobby of our hotel.

Here are some of the songs we played:

Foggy Mountain Breakdown
Lonesome Road Blues
Old Joe Clark
John Hardy
Down Yonder
Will the Circle Be Unbroken
I’ll Fly Away
When the Roll Is Called Up Yonder
Amazing Grace
Roll in My Sweet Baby’s Arms
Battle Hymn of the Republic (in C)
Rocky Top
Country Roads
In The Pines
Mansion Over the Hilltop
Kicking Mule
You Are My Sunshine
This Land Is Your Land
Save Me A Square on the Floor (my square dance song)
I Saw The Light
Chinese Breakdown (in C)

Murphy jamming it up at the square dance!

Murphy jamming it up at the square dance! (Photo by Bonnie Pollock)

Janet and I had rehearsed most of these songs many times, but “Battle Hymn of the Republic” (which was a request) we’d only gone over once, just messing around, and “In the Pines” (another request) we’d never played together. And I’m telling you, Janet is so gutsy! When I take one of these requests all she says is, “Where do I put my capo?” Of course, if it’s the Key of C, she might make a small face because she still hates making that F chord, but she goes ahead and does it anyhow. And she has a very good ear for hearing chord changes, so that helps enormously. In fact, that’s what makes it possible for us to try unrehearsed material. Which is part of the fun of playing for me.

Janet holding down that rhythm guitar.

Janet holding down that rhythm guitar. (Photo by Bonnie Pollock.)

New to our “show” this time was Janet’s singing. She sings very well and knows the words to most of the standards. I’d only planned for us to sing in unison but she was singing so strong that on “Roll In My Sweet Baby’s Arms” I switched to the tenor and we had a real bluegrass duet! That worked so well that I also tried it on “You Are My Sunshine” which sounded so good that Janet’s husband Kenney jumped up and applauded!

Word of our Friday night picking spread through the crowd at the dance and we had folks coming up on Saturday and asking, “Will you be playing tonight?” Which is always flattering. One woman said to me, “My friend told me that you and your daughter were playing banjo and guitar at the hotel.” Oh, my! Did Janet (who is about my age) ever love that!

So many thanks to our square dancing friends for listening, for requesting tunes, and especially to Ron for bringing the Wild Turkey!

Shortie

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

Murphy Henry

So, my banjo student Mark comes in yesterday for his lesson with a story to tell. He says he was driving home from work, listening to my CD, M and M Blues, which I had given him on our shared birthday, May 18. It was not his first listen, of course, so it didn’t hurt my feelings when he said he’d gotten tired of listening to me and, wishing for a change, had turned the CD player off and turned his radio on. Much to his jaw-dropping surprise, there I was again, playing “John Hardy,” my name glowing cheerfully at him from the digital display. “Turn me off, will you?” I seemed to be chuckling. “I don’t think so!” Needless to say, Mark was a little freaked. Apparently the Universe was thinking, naw, you really haven’t heard enough of Murphy!

So many thanks to either Chris Jones or Ned Luberecki, two of the DJs on the Sirius XM show, “Bluegrass Junction,” for playing “John Hardy,” which is one of the cuts on the Stelling Anthology CD. Mark was also mightily impressed by the bass playing on that tune which was done by my fav-o-rite bass player of all time, Casey Henry! I might also mention that Ned has a couple of dynamite tunes on that same CD, with the extremely clever titles “Emergency Pulloff” and “Nedscape Navigator.”

I now return to my previous engagement, writing the General Store column for Bluegrass Unlimited. This short blog was brought to you by a cup of instant Starbucks! Buzz!

Thoughts on Old Joe Clark

Monday, June 27th, 2011

Murphy Henry

I recently received this email from a student:

I have learned the notes to Old Joe Clark and can play the slow version along with the DVD. However, I absolutely cannot translate this to the correct rhythm. I cannot even get the first lick! I am going crazy!

And I answered thusly:

I don’t know if it will make you feel any better, but MANY students have trouble with the correct rhythm to Old Joe Clark. It’s hard! Remember: the first two notes you play are pick-up notes–before the down beat. The down beat is the third note, the fifth string. My guess is you might be hearing it wrong. If you are hearing the first note you play as the down beat, then you are…..well, let’s just say you’re in trouble! If you can count time, then you can count those first two notes as “and-uh” with the fifth string then becoming “one.”

ASIDE: I’m not much of a time counter myself, but when I was learning banjo I occasionally had need to count time. What worked for me was counting every single note like this: one-ee-and-uh (which would represent four notes), two-ee-and-uh, three-ee-and-uh, four-ee-and-uh. So a simple square roll—3,2,5,1—would count out “one-ee-and-uh.” One syllable for every note. Ignore this if it’s confusing!

Now, if you are worried about the “bounce” or what notes to emphasize, it’s way too early for that. Just keep playing the correct notes mechanically for a while as you try to get them into your fingers. Do not try to play fast! I promise it won’t help. After a while, if you are faithful and diligent, the “correct rhythm” will come to you. Don’t rush the process!!!!! In fact, you can’t rush the process. (Can you, Marty??) And if you could find someone to play guitar with you, that would help. Especially if the guitar player knows Old Joe to begin with.

Believe me, there is no trick to learning this, no magic cure. Listen lots to where I play Old Joe with the guitar on Beginning Banjo Volume 2. You might also try the Slow Jam DVD, which includes Old Joe played with a band. You can play along with us, and we leave a hole for you to play by yourself. That should help. Although it might be too fast to play along with at first. But you could listen over and over and over and vamp along. Learning to vamp to the song should help with your understanding of it.

You didn’t say how long you’d been playing or using the Murphy Method, but if you are a really new player, or new to playing by ear, then it might be too early for Old Joe. You might need to go back and get some of the “foundation” tunes from Beginning Banjo Volume 1 and Misfits.

Last resort: Hop a plane and come take a lesson with Casey in Nashville or me in Winchester!

But in the meantime, as someone said to me recently (two people, actually!): Patience, patience, patience.

And don’t give up! Good luck!

Logan’s Graduation Picking Party

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2011

Murphy Henry

My long-time banjo student Logan graduated from high school last week and this past Saturday he had a picking party at his house to celebrate. Red and I attended as did my friend Janet (guitar picker and sometimes square dance partner), Logan’s Scout Master Gerald, also on guitar, and Chris Lovelace, high school buddy of our son Chris, who also plays guitar. Gerald and Chris both play some lead guitar, although not on the fast instrumentals. We played from about 4:30 till close to 8:30 and Logan was playing the best I had ever heard him! Go, Logan!

So, what did we play? Not in any particular order:

Lonesome Road Blues
Foggy Mountain Breakdown (which Logan still hates, but his dad wanted to hear it!)
Old Joe Clark
John Hardy
Wildwood Flower
Old Spinning Wheel
Clinch Mountain Backstep
When You and I Were Young, Maggie (instrumental)
Train 45
Little Bessie
Worried Man
East Virginia Blues
Old Country Church
Hit Parade of Love
Rolling on Rubber Wheels
Old Homeplace
White Dove
Will You Be Loving Another Man
Head Over Heels
Nine Pound Hammer
Take This Hammer and Carry It to the Captain
Over in the Gloryland
Foggy Mountain Special
Limehouse Blues (I was REALLY proud of Logan for remembering how to pick this one!)
Gold Rush
Shenandoah Breakdown
Wandering Boy
Shucking the Corn
Mountain Dew
Darling Say Won’t You Be Mine

As I mentioned, Logan was playing great. Most of these songs he knew already, but a few he’d never played before and he didn’t shy away from improvising. (Except when we played in the Key of D. Then he went to get something to eat! Guess what his next lesson is going to focus on??) I usually played my break before he took his (I was sitting right beside him) and it didn’t take me long to realize that he was COPYING my breaks! Not exactly note for note, but he’d steal licks and use them in his own break.

I said to him, “Dammit, Logan, you’re stealing my licks. Stop it! Make up your own licks.”

His immediate comeback was: “You stole them from Earl first.”

Touché, Logan!

Of course, I was only pretending to grouse because I LOVED IT!

And to be fair, I stole a lick from Logan which I now use in Lonesome Road Blues. He had learned part of Kansas City Railroad Blues (in C) from Casey’s Melodic Banjo Video [now retitled Blackberry Blossom on DVD], and somehow he ended up transferring one of those licks to Lonesome Road Blues. I liked it so well, I transferred it too!

As we were packing up to leave and saying goodbye, Robyn, Logan’s mother, was reminding me (and everybody else) that when she first inquired about lessons for Logan, who was 11 at the time, I told her no! I had a pretty full teaching schedule and I wasn’t very interested—at that time—in teaching kids. (I much prefer teaching someone who can carry on a conversation with me.) ANYHOW, I hooked him up with my excellent student Gina Furtado, who gave him his first lessons. Then somehow that wasn’t working anymore (too far to travel is what I remember), so Robyn asked again, and this time I said yes, with one huge caveat: if Logan ever showed any teenage “attitude” or surliness, he and I were through. Kaput. It would be over.

I don’t know if I scared him or it just wasn’t in his nature, but he never gave me one moment of trouble. (Okay, there was that time he thought he was right about the chords to some song and he was wrong and we made a bet and I won and became the Bluegrass Master.…) This is not to say that we didn’t have some practice issues and some other banjo-related issues. For instance, sometimes he just HAD to do it his way and I just had to let him. Sometimes he was missing just one note in a song and I could NOT get him to fix it so I just had to let that go. (He did finally fix that one note in Clinch Mountain Backstep, I was pleased to see!) And there were timing issues early on. Once in a jam, we sat Logan by Bob Van Metre and his bass, so he (Logan) could, hopefully, stay in time better. But that was a failure because, at that point, Logan didn’t know how to even LISTEN to the bass to hear the beat. He learned though, and now has great timing.

And then somewhere along the way, Logan fell in love with the old, traditional bluegrass: Bill Monroe, Flatt and Scruggs, the Stanley Brothers, and Don Reno. (He also likes the new stuff like the Avett Brothers and some group called Noah and the Whale.) He started listening like crazy to the old stuff and started asking me to teach him songs like Limehouse Blues, When You and I Were Young Maggie, and Old Spinning Wheel. I was delighted to do so, especially because he could pick them up so quick, and, if he forgot what I showed him, he could make up stuff well enough to fill in the blanks.

I guess you can tell I’m pretty proud of Logan. He’ll be attending Virginia Tech in the fall and I’m proud of that too. And he did finally buckle down and become an Eagle Scout. And, I think I told you this before, but Logan chose a picture of him and me playing our banjos to go in his yearbook. I felt so honored.

I can’t really think of a good closing for what has turned into a tribute to Logan. But these words from Ferrol Sams, one of my favorite authors (Run With the Horsemen), come to mind: He’s a Good Boy, he’s been Raised Right, and is bound to Go Far. And my guess is he’ll be taking his banjo with him!

In The Zone

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

Murphy Henry

As you probably know, playing banjo is not always fun. What keeps me—and most of us professional players—going are those few shining moments when we are IN THE ZONE.

Being in the zone means you are firing on all cylinders, you are tight with the band. When you’re in the zone the music seems to flow from your fingers and you can’t play a wrong note. It doesn’t happen often.

One of these shining moments happened to me at Mid-West Banjo Camp a couple of weeks ago when I was playing at the faculty concert. Ken Perlman, co-director of the camp with Stan Werbin (of Elderly Instruments), encourages the teachers to ask other musicians to perform with them and this year I asked the great fiddler Byron Berline to play “Sally Goodwin” with me. His first response was that he thought he might play “Sally Goodwin” himself. Okay, says I, just let me know. (In the meantime, I’m feeling a little embarrassed at having been so bold to ask him to play “Sally Goodwin”, a tune he recorded with Bill Monroe!)

I decided to do a couple of singing songs instead. So, the next day at lunch I asked Byron if he’d feel comfortable playing on a couple of easy vocals, 1, 4, 5 progression, no rehearsal. And, much to my surprise, he said, “We can do “Sally Goodwin” if you like.” I said, “You didn’t decide not to do it yourself on account of me, did you?” [Like he would! Duh!] He said, “No, I’m gonna do something else.” I said, “Great! Key of A? No minor chord?” (I was teasing him a little there, as well as indicating I was doing it straight. Just like Earl.) He asked if I was going to have any other players and I immediately dropped the idea of us doing it as a duet and said, “Yes, I’m gonna ask David Grier to play guitar and Tom T. Ball [that’s his name, seriously!] to play bass.” I’d never played with either of them, but I know David and know how good he is and I had been impressed with Tom’s bass playing on stage the night before. They both said yes.

I hadn’t planned on doing any rehearsing since it didn’t seem right to ask Byron to rehearse a tune he’d played 50 million times AND recorded with Monroe. But as it turned out, when I arrived in the “green room,” David Grier was sitting there with his guitar so I asked him if he’d warm me up on Sally Goodwin. And, oh my gosh! I knew what a great lead player he was (IBMA Guitar Player of the Year three times) but I had no idea how wonderful his rhythm playing was. We fit each other like a glove. And then Byron and his fiddle showed up, along with Alan Munde, Bill Evans, and Tom T. Ball. They were going to rehearse their numbers. But before they started I asked Byron if he’d mind going over “Sally Goodwin”. He graciously said yes and asked if I was going to kick it off or did I want him to. I said I would. (Just like Earl, of course!) He wanted to know the arrangement. I said, “I play, you play, David plays, I play, you play, David plays, I play and end it.” He said, “So David and I take two breaks and you take three.” I said, “If you want to think about it that way, yes.” He laughed. That’s one thing that made playing with these incredible musicians so delightful. Everyone was so loose.

So I did Earl’s two introductory pinches and away we went. Tom T. held back on the bass for some reason so I leaned over, while playing, and said, “You can come in any time now.” I was that relaxed. When Byron added a little bit of Bill Monroe’s tune Scotland to his break, I was grinning from ear to ear. I’m sure he’d done that many times before, but it was totally unexpected to me and I loved it! Our playing sounded great, I had hit a good rhythm, and Byron even commented on it after we finished. “That was a good speed,” he said. Yes!

We played the tune through one time and quit. We all knew what we were supposed to do. (We also ran through my singing song “East Virginia Blues”, which I sang with Janet Beazley and Kathy Barton Para but that’s another story.)

Then I had the great fortune to sit and watch Bill Evans rehearse “Deputy Dalton” (an Alan Munde tune) with Alan Munde and Byron. Bill’s and Alan’s twin banjo break was in perfect sync. And both of those guys are such great players, it was a pleasure to hear them play. Then Byron ran through his tunes, the instrumental “Oklahoma Stomp” and “Fiddle Faddle”, which, to my surprise, he sang. (It was a funny song about playing the fiddle and how easy it is! Not! He did some intentional squeaking.) I suppose I could have become unnerved by all this incredible music and talent, but for some reason I didn’t.

After they were done Byron said, “Now if we can only do half that well on stage.” How true, how true.

We then walked over to the performance hall, and waited in the wings (we could see the stage) for our times to play. Bill played first, then Byron, then someone else, and then I was on. Bill, who also doubled as emcee, gave me a lovely intro, saying “The first thing you need to know about Murphy is, she is always right!” Thank you, Bill, for admitting that publicly! (I later told my class that even though I am always right, Bill Evans knows everything!)

Byron Berline, Tom T. Ball, Murphy Henry, and David Grier

Byron Berline, Tom T. Ball, Murphy Henry, and David Grier (Photo from midwestbanjocamp.com)

I had decided to do “East Virginia Blues” first, to sort of warm up. It is also in the Key of A, so I wouldn’t have to move my capo. (And neither would Byron.) I noticed then that I was playing pretty well, hitting the licks I was going for, and getting good, solid tone. Then Kathy and Janet left the stage and I introduced “Sally Goodwin”. “Here’s an old-time fiddle tune that Earl Scruggs played, ‘Sally Goodwin’!” I did my two Earl pinches and we were off. Once again, I hit that perfect speed, and David Grier was playing perfect rhythm guitar and Tom was right there with him on bass, so all I had to do was sit on top of all that steady rhythm and play the banjo. And, buddy, I flat-out played it! I was sitting on top of the rhythm and sitting on top of the world!

I didn’t try anything fancy, just played the same “Sally Goodwin” break I’ve been playing for years, the same one I’ve been teaching Zac, the one I worked my butt off to learn, the one I learned wrong to begin with because I didn’t understand Earl’s timing in the high B part, the one I had to give up playing “just like Earl” because my hands never instinctively understood those notes he used to connect the high A part with the low B part. That’s something I never learned to “hear.” Casey, on the other hand, heard it and played it easily when she was learning the tune. So I had to get okay with the way I played the tune. And that night I was totally okay with it. I was so okay with it that I was able to sit back and let my hands do the playing leaving room for my brain could think a little more about pulling good tone and staying in perfect time with my great rhythm section. I could sit back and enjoy my own playing! Wow!

And of course having Byron over there on the fiddle was simply awesome and I’m sure my good playing was pretty much in direct response to how excellent and smooth his playing was. He also brought a lot of energy to the stage but it was supportive energy, not spotlight stealing energy. He was supporting me, and boy did that feel good. David Grier was the same way. Each time he finished his guitar break he looked over and gave me the nod to start my break, making that little connection that means so much. There was no “hot-dogging” by either Byron or David. They played good, solid versions of “Sally Goodwin”, which complemented my no-nonsense version of the tune. I’m sure if I had played a wilder version, they would have stretched out and played wilder, too.

I believe we played it as well on stage as we’d played in rehearsal. Maybe even better! (I only hope no one puts a video of us playing up on YouTube because I don’t want to have my illusions shattered.) I received some extremely nice compliments from two other banjo players when I came down from the stage. Both said, “I’d like to play some tunes with you!” High praise!

I’ve been floating on this high for a couple of weeks now. I suppose the euphoria will wear off in time, but the memory of playing “Sally Goodwin” with Byron Berline and being in the zone will remain. And I am so grateful for that experience and for those three minutes of pretty-much-perfect music. To paraphrase slightly: “Don’t let it be forgot / I once stood in a spot / For one brief shining moment / And it felt like Camelot!” Thank you, Byron, thank you, David, thank you, Tom T. Ball, and thank you Earl!

My First Jam

Sunday, May 15th, 2011

This is a guest post by Mark Heilman, one of Murphy’s banjo students students.

I was invited to attend Bob Mc’s Apple Blossom Jam that he has held annually for a number of years and I was thrilled to receive the invitation. The thought of being around other people playing the music I love was very exciting. That feeling never went away but it was only a few seconds before another feeling came over me. Oh my God, this is a jam with who knows how many people and I’m going to be in the spotlight at some point.

Most of my banjo playing is done in my basement (a.k.a. closet) after my family goes to bed. So from 9:30 to 11:00 every night I play my Murphy Method DVD’s and try to perfect my playing. At one point I decided I needed to take lessons directly from Murphy and it still took me a few weeks to make the call. I told Murphy that my first lesson with her felt like a job interview because I knew the inevitable words would come out her mouth, “Play something for me.” So with all that in mind, I debated whether to accept the invitation to Bob’s jam or not. Ultimately I accepted because I felt like I could do it and I hate the thought of fear preventing me from having fun.

The morning of the jam I was up early because the parking in Winchester during Apple Blossom Festival is scarce. I also wanted to get to there as early I could without being annoying in order to achieve some level of comfort. I definitely did not want to walk into a room full of people already playing. So, Stelling in hand, I arrived before the other musicians, except for Bob of course. As the musicians started to arrive, I made some small talk and started feeling pretty good about things.

At some point it became obvious that pretty much everyone but Murphy was there. Susan was itching to get going and broke out her banjo and started tuning up. Well, that was all it took and case latches started popping all over the place. I have to say that I was almost running to get my banjo out which was a little surprising to me. At any rate, the first song out of the gate was Cripple Creek followed closely by Lonesome Road Blues. This suited me just fine because I knew I had those covered.

Shortly thereafter Murphy arrived, uncased a guitar and took a seat next to me, and the jamming got going in full swing. Almost immediately tunes started coming out that I had never heard before. I took a crack at any break that was G-C-D. As far as I was concerned, I had already jumped off the cliff just by showing up so why not. I think that I played okay considering but not great. Several times I got lost in breaks that I know because my mind went blank. I had to jump back in at the next chord change. At last, the call came for Salt Creek. This has been a personal favorite of mine since I was young and rarely does a day go by that I don’t play it. At Murphy’s direction, I kicked that one off and I did very well if I do say so myself. I think the last song was Foggy Mountain Breakdown played slow and then fast. Thanks to everyone for making my first jam so much fun.

A note from your teacher: Thanks for the blog, Mark! I thought Mark did very well, although as he said, there were some “deer in the headlights” moments. I was especially proud of his improvising. There were, I think, 11 players in all, including 7 banjo players, 3 guitars, and a mandolin. In addition to the Murphy Method standards, we also did:

Slewfoot
Sitting On Top of the World
Banks of the Ohio
Life’s Railway to Heaven
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Somebody Touched Me/This Little Light of Mine/Jesus on the Mainline
Where the Soul of Man [or Woman!] Never Dies

And I probably could think of more but I have to go get ready to square dance! Got a new outfit! Whoo hoo! Allemande left with your left hand!

Hazel Dickens: You’ll Get No More Of Me

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

Murphy Henry

I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t resist the terrible and totally inappropriate pun in the title. The great Hazel Dickens died April at the age of 85* and “You’ll Get No More Of Me” is one of her more famous songs. Of course, as she wrote it, it’s a song about a love affair gone wrong. But Hazel had a wicked and sly sense of humor and I hope she’ll not think too badly of me for using her wonderful and serious song in this cavalier manner.

Hazel Dickens

Hazel Dickens, helping out with a little yard work! (Note that her shirt reads "Wild Women"!)

I am sad at Hazel’s passing not only because she was one of the great songwriters and singers in bluegrass and folk music, but also because she was a friend. I can’t say that I knew her well although we did ride to IBMA several years together and she spent the night at our house before one of those trips. (The picture with the lawnmower was taken then, in the fall of 1996. She’s not really mowing the grass, she just grabbed the mower and was being silly as we were loading the car. She probably did it to avoid having to help load.) I also interviewed her for my book-in-progress, Pioneer Women in Bluegrass, and she has a large chapter there. And I even played banjo for a show with her and Alice Gerrard a few years ago (12!) in Durham, N.C., when Hazel and I went down to participate as visiting artists in Bill Malone’s Duke University class “Women and the Making of Southern Folk and Country Music.” [Note: Bill Malone is THE authority on early country music and the author of the famous book Country Music USA.] Casey and I also made a point of being on hand to witness Hazel getting her honorary Doctor of Humanities degree from Shepherd College in 1998. I published her acceptance speech in my Women in Bluegrass newsletter.

Still, I don’t want to claim a closer relationship than we had. I always felt our backgrounds were too dissimilar for us to get really close. As Hazel pointed out when she accepted her honorary doctorate degree, “This degree obviously means more to someone like me that never had the opportunity to get a formal education than to someone who was born with everything.” [Emphasis hers.] She wasn’t talking about me, of course, but the fact that my life had been relatively easy and hers had been incredibly hard always stood between us, I thought. Also, I did not become a fan of her music (and her) until we moved to Virginia in 1986, so I could not claim her as an influence on my own music. Then there was the small factor that we were both highly opinionated women, on opposite sides of the political fence (although I didn’t dare venture there!), and we both liked—nay, needed!—to be the center of attention. (Hazel was just quieter about getting it!)

We did, however, share common ground when it came to the subject of women in bluegrass. When Hazel received her IBMA Distinguished Achievement Award in 1993, she walked on stage and said, “I was wondering if any women’s names were ever going to be mentioned.” Which echoed my own thoughts precisely. [In 8 years, she was only the fourth woman to receive the award which had also been given to 33 men.] At the Rounder women’s showcase at IBMA in 1999, Hazel joined Laurie Lewis, Rhonda, Lynn Morris, Missy, Claire Lynch, and Beth and April Stevens for the last number. She stepped up to the mike and said, “It don’t want to hear anymore crap about women who can’t pick or sing bluegrass! Hit it, girls!”

Also in 1999, Hazel was part of a Women in Bluegrass workshop at IBMA that also included Missy, Rhonda, Pam Gadd, Sara Watkins, Gloria Belle, and moi. As I wrote in Women in Bluegrass, “The highlight of the workshop was hearing Gloria Belle and Hazel sing ‘Banjo Pickin’ Girl.’ They had never sung together before but when Hazel reached up there and grabbed that tenor, I knew I was hearing the real thing. Missy said the hair on the back of her neck stood up.” At the workshop Hazel told us that when she played bass with a band in Baltimore, she was only occasionally allowed to sing a number. And that the reason she was in the band to begin with was that she owned the bass! (And if you don’t mind salty language, ask me some time what the guy said about Hazel when she took over his job as bass player.)

But even earlier than that, in 1995, when I emceed the “World’s Greatest All-Female Jam” at the IBMA FanFest (during supper break, mind you!), Hazel made a special point of rushing back from her own supper to join us—72 women—for the last song, “Will The Circle Be Unbroken”. I felt so honored by her presence.

Hazel was there again in 1997 when several groups of professional women showcased during FanFest, singing “You’ll Get No More Of Me”. I forgot that I’d played guitar for that, with Lynn Morris on banjo, Chris Lewis on mandolin, and Casey on bass.

Hazel leaves behind a wonderful legacy in song. Check out her own recordings and the two Rounder albums she made with Alice Gerrard. The Johnson Mountain Boys also recorded a number of her songs, as did Lynn Morris. “Mama’s Hand”, sung by Lynn, won IBMA Song of the Year in 1996. Hazel also made a brief appearance in the movie Matewan, and sang a spine-tingling song at a funeral. Mimi Pickering did a fabulous documentary about Hazel, It’s Hard To Tell the Singer From the Song. I highly recommend that. And Bill Malone co-authored, with Hazel, a slim book about her songs, Working Girl Blues. It includes a brief bio of Hazel, the words to many of her songs, and comments from Hazel about how she came to write them.

I treasure my memories of Hazel and the few times we spent together. As I wrote in an email to Alice Gerrard, “I’m glad I got to know her a little bit…what a complex and talented woman.” Alice replied, “Yes, a complicated and talented woman; sometimes aggravating (as I was to her, I’m sure)  and always wonderful— a HUGE part of my life and a dear friend.”

I will remember Hazel especially when I hear one of her amazing, powerful songs. I’ll close with a verse from one of my favorites, “Won’t You Come and Sing For Me”:

In my home beyond that dark river
Your dear faces no more I’ll see
Until we meet where there’s no more sad partings
Won’t you come and sing for me.

We will, Hazel. Rest in peace, my friend.

[*That is not a typo. In everything published about Hazel she shaved years off of her age. She really was 85.]