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“How often should I change my strings?”

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Red Henry

Well, how often should you change them? I hear this question pretty frequently. The answer is, that it’s up to you. How helpful is that?

Well, the reason is that everybody’s strings need changing at different times. Some reasons are because (1) there are so many kinds of strings and they age differently; (2) people all play differently and their strings wear out (or corrode) faster or slower as a result; and (3) in different parts of the country (or the world) strings are just going to need changing more often.

So, what do you look for in deciding whether to change them? One thing can be obvious: buildup of corrosion or gunk on the string. This really happens a lot in warm, humid climates. If the buildup can’t be removed with a little steel wool, then it’d definitely time to change strings! (When I was starting out, this happened on my mandolin strings every few days.)

Another sign is when the strings get hard to tune. Often it’s because they’re not sliding smoothly through the string-nut (that’s the little white thing with slots at the bottom of the peghead). If you put on new strings, and when you’re at it, put a little graphite — pencil-lead dust will do– in the bottoms of the little nut-slots, then the tuning should get a lot better.

Another sign of elderly strings might be that they don’t play in tune. If you’re pretty sure that your bridge is in the right place, but your banjo is still “noting out” more than usual up the neck, then new strings might be what you need.

One more sign of old strings may not be as obvious. If the instrument (banjo or otherwise) just doesn’t sound right, the strings may have gotten too old to sound good at all. When does this happen? Well, this is the most extreme case of old strings, since it may take several months or a year for the strings to get this old.

Some players take extreme steps to keep new strings on their instruments, especially if they break a lot of strings. Back when we were playing a lot of festivals, I used to change the strings on both mandolins and both guitars every morning before we played our first set. That was a lot of work, but it helped keep the string-breakage to a minimum. Others take a different approach. I’ve heard that Bill Monroe changed his mandolin strings once a year, at New Year’s, and from then on just changed them as they broke (which they did, pretty often).

Now, this all applies to the fretted instruments. Fiddle strings seem to fall into a different category. I’ve known fiddle players who changed their strings every few months, but as for myself, if the fiddle gets new strings every five years, that’s a lot. I suspect that the strings on my fiddle now have been on it for longer than that!

So the answer to the question is, that it’s up to you yourself to decide when to change strings. There are a lot of reasons for changing them (better tone, volume, and tuning), and there are plenty of reasons for just leaving them on there (less hassle with awkward work, and less risk of getting your banjo or mandolin bridge out of place in the string-changing process, among other things). But if you go in for a lesson and your teacher takes one look at your strings and turns as green as they are, then it’s time.

Beerfest and Bluegrass

Monday, July 12th, 2010

Casey Henry

The Dixie Bee-Liners had quite the trip last weekend. We flew out to a resort near Lake Tahoe to play at an event called Beerfest and Bluegrass. Flew out on Friday, played one set on Saturday, flew home on Sunday. It would have been cool to be able to go see the lake, perhaps, or maybe even Susanville, Calif., (the town our new CD is named after), which was only about an hour away, but the schedule was so tight all we had time to see was the road in between the airport and the gig.

Of the three bands, we were the headliners so we played last—from 6:00-7:30—staring straight into the setting sun the entire time. It must have been painful to watch me squint (my sunglasses were safely at home in Nashville) because one guy (the banjo player from Mud Thump, who opened the show) offered me his straw hat. I declined the nice offer because it would have caused my hair to become sweatily plastered to my head. Then the bass player from the same band offered his sunglasses (visible in this picture on their homepage). Those I accepted and they made my life much more comfortable.

The crowd had been sampling the wares of the thirty or so participating breweries for four hours by the time we hit the stage, so there was much raucous dancing. The stage faced an outdoor ice skating rink (not filled with ice at this time of year, obviously), which made a great dance floor. They gave us two genuine encores and we ended up playing nearly two hours straight.

Northstar Restort treated us really well, putting us up in our own condos and shuttling us back and forth from the airport. They even rented an instrument for our bass player Sav to use so we wouldn’t have to worry about flying with one.

The flight home held one more little adventure. The Southwest fight attendants couldn’t help but notice we were a band as we all came tromping on board with our instruments. One of them asked if we’d play a tune on the plane! I declined, but Brandi, Buddy, and Rachel were up for it. They gathered in the rear galley of the plane and played, “Airmail Special on the Fly” (what else?!). I could barely hear them from where I was sitting, but I got this picture. When they were done the attandant came over the intercom and said, “That was the Dixie Bee-Liners. You can get their new CD Susanville in baggage claim!” That got a laugh.

Buddy and Brandi (barely visible behind the flight attendant, who is holding the intercom mic in front of them).

And, in case you were wondering, my favorites out of the beers I sampled were the ones from Eel River Brewery in Fortuna, Calif. They make organic beer and I tasted their IPA and their Blonde Ale. Two thumbs up!

White Springs Trip, Day 5 (Monday, May 30th): Recording with Dale

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

Red Henry

Folks, in my narrative of our trip to the Florida Folk Festival, I last left you on Sunday afternoon as we set out to Dale Crider’s house in the swamp. We’d just played a festival set at the River Gazebo stage, and here’s a photo of us playing “Osceola’s Last Words” (in F) with harmony guitars (Chris Henry, Red Henry, Barbara Johnson, Jenny Leigh Obert, John Hedgecoth):

We’d had a good time at the festival, but now it was time to go to Dale’s and record on Monday. John had to go back to Nashville, but Chris, Jenny, and I got in my ten-year-old minivan and headed for Dale Crider’s house near Windsor. Some big thunderstorms were coming up but we managed to dodge them all, and rolled into Dale’s house before dark. Time to relax, and then get some sleep.

Dale’s recording session had been tentatively scheduled for 10:00 Monday morning. Typically, Barbara arrived before 10 with her bass, tuned up and ready to play. Various small details, however, caused minor delays in starting to record. By that time we were all rested, fed, and chomping at the bit, Dale had excavated for the songs he wanted to record, his computer was set up for the session with space cleared off its hard drive, Buddy Ray was on hand to set up the mikes and engineer the recording, and everything was ready to go.

By now, it was 5:00 p.m. Barbara was tolerant– she’s been around Dale before.

Now, some people are what you can call copiously creative. Dale had a big stack (actually several stacks) of old and new songs. A few of them he’d recorded 30 or more years ago and wanted to try again, but they were mostly unrecorded material, ranging from some songs which were pretty well formed in his mind to some drafts which he hadn’t revisited for 20 or 25 years and would rewrite on the instant as we played. He had a few “covers” of his favorite old songs which he wanted to record too. So Buddy Ray started up the machine, and we went at it. But this was not your conventional recording session.

Now, in a conventional recording session, the “tightness” of the arrangement and the cohesion and smoothness of the music are everything. That means that everybody is playing as closely together as possible, and other things– energy and spontaneity, for example– are pushed out to make the music sound as pleasant and homogeneous as possible. Not so with Dale! To him the creative process is paramount, and otherwise there’d be no point in the music. So when recording with him, you have to be alert. You won’t ever play two “takes” in a row with the same arrangement. Consecutive “takes” of the same song may be in different keys or different rhythms (4/4 and 3/4, for example). And Dale will rewrite the words spontaneously, or sing the verses in different order or repeat some of them, or leave out a chorus, or change the chords on the fly, or play the chords to either a verse or a chorus, as it occurs to him, behind the instrumental breaks. And he’ll end the song when it’s time to end it– he may know when this is even if the rest of us do not. It’s all wonderful, and if you’re recording with him you just hang on. Barbara on the bass, and Chris on the guitar, have some kind of radar and can almost always tell what chord Dale is going to, and the rest of us just hung on. It was good.

By midnight Dale had gotten a dozen or so cuts which, with a little mixing and editing, will sound really good. And they all had that Crider energy in them. Look for these songs (and others) on a CD sometime soon. And see more about Dale and his music on his website (including a live clip of us all playing “Seine Gang of Cedar Key” at the Old Marble Stage), here.

We drove back to Virginia the next day, full of music. Dale’s like that.

Red

Building Blocks (Flying and Picking #9)

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

Red Henry

Red Henry


Last night, my instructor Brian and I made a cross-country flight to an airport about 62 miles away. The flight was in the dark, it was over some pretty sparsely-populated Virginia and West Virginia mountains, and it was in a very small single-engined airplane. We navigated visually at night, and we were not flying on instruments. Were we scared? No, not even when one of the radios quit working. We didn’t really need any radios at all. Did we have any trouble getting there and back? No. It was a lot of fun.

The flight went really smoothly, and along with flying the plane I was able to do all the things I’ve been practicing: checking our course on the ground, checking our speed toward our destination, cross-checking our progress using the navigational radio that still worked, and talking when necessary to Air Traffic Control and other airplanes. Then, of course, I had to land the plane when we got where we were going and again when we came back. In the dark. Was all this complicated? Yes, a bit. Could I have done all this right after I started training? No, of course not. Why wasn’t it overwhelming? Because I’d learned it all a step at a time.

I keep finding similarities between learning to fly and learning to play music. Learning to pick is something you need to do a little at a time. Our banjo students, for example, no matter how much they want to, can’t launch right into learning “Foggy Mountain Breakdown”, or playing “Dueling Banjos”, or improvising in jam sessions, right off the bat. Nobody can (except maybe teenagers). Instead, the students need to go through our Beginning Banjo DVDs step-by-step to learn the building blocks– the banjo licks– which they’re going to use. Then they need to go, step-by-step, into more advanced DVDs which teach them how to put those building blocks together, one step at a time.

Taking one step at a time, it all makes sense and becomes easier. You start with one thing and learn another, and then you aren’t overwhelmed and discouraged by not being able to do it all at once! Learn to play step-by-step at your own speed, and after a while you’ll be cruising over the mountains yourself.

Red

Merry Christmas

Friday, December 25th, 2009

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American Made Banjo Features Casey Henry

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

This week the American Made Banjo Company featured Casey Henry in their email newsletter.

Click here to see the newsletter.

Clip from Clawhammer Banjo Vol. 2

Friday, July 10th, 2009

We’ve posted a new sample clip from our Clawhammer Banjo Volume 2 DVD, taught by Lynn Morris. In this lesson, Lynn gives a very detailed explanation of the double-thumbing clawhammer technique.

Misfit Jam

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

Murphy HenryThere was quite a bit of excitement at the jam tonight as Logan, 16, challenged me concerning the chords to a couple of songs. He proclaimed that “Worried Man” and “I Saw The Light” had the same chords. I said they didn’t. He said they did. I said I didn’t know exactly what the chords were without counting them out, but I knew they weren’t the same. He said he knew they were the same because……………he was the Bluegrass Master! The rest of us just looked at him with astonishment. The Bluegrass Master? (He had just come back from a week-long summer camp and I think he was feeling his oats!)

I said, “You wanna put some money on it?” He did want to. We confirmed the exact nature of the bet—that he said the chords were exactly the same—and I said, “Can I get a witness?” Ellen was kind enough to witness and she reiterated “exactly the same.” We bet one dollar. (All the time that this exchange is going on, Bob Van Metre, who has fallen into this trap many times himself, was trying to shut Logan up and even offered him a handkerchief to stuff in his mouth! I’m surprised he didn’t get out a roll of duck tape!)

So at the end of the jam, I said, “Alright, let’s see about these chords.” And I got out a pencil and paper to keep track of them as I played them on the guitar. But, no, Logan would not allow that. “You say never to write anything down. You won’t let us write anything down.”

I conceded the point and counted the chords aloud to each song while Mark kept track. As I pretty well knew, the chords were NOT exactly the same. (Even though they were darn close!) Now came the interesting part.

Logan: But you can play the same banjo break to both of them.

Murphy: I know you can but that wasn’t the bet.

Logan: Yes, it was!

Murphy: No, it wasn’t. You said the chords were—and I quote—“exactly the same.”

Logan: But the same licks work for each song, so the chords have to be the same.

Murphy: Yes, they do, but the chords aren’t the same.

Logan: You didn’t count them right!

Murphy: Yes, I did.

Logan: No, you didn’t.

Murphy: I can understand why your mom gets [ticked] at you sometimes!

Logan: Well, how did you know the chords weren’t the same?

Murphy: Because I am the Bluegrass Master!

Kaboom! End of story!

Students present: Ellen, Mark, Bob Mc, Bob Van, and, of course, Logan.

Songs played:

Banjo in the Hollow/Cripple Creek/Boil Them Cabbage: all done in unison for our warmup

Blue Ridge Cabin Home
Old Joe Clark
Worried Man (to which Logan played the break for “I Saw The Light” which set up the whole controversy!)
John Hardy
Roll in My Sweet Baby’s Arms

And for the finale, Shucking the Corn, played really fast by Logan, from whom I am still waiting on my dollar. “When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?”

Butch Baldassari Tribute CD

Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

Casey HenryOne of the CDs I came home with after my weeks at Kaufman Kamp was the new tribute to Butch Baldassari: The Road Home. Butch, who passed away in January after a valiant battle with cancer, worked with, inspired, helped out, befriended, taught, and set an example for many, many musicians over the years. His friend Brian “Doc” Hull helped assemble the tracks on this wonderful CD from artists such as Ricky Skaggs, Tim O’Brien, Sam Bush, David Grisman, Roland White, Butch’s own Nashville Mandolin Ensemble, and many more.

Not only is it inspiring to see how many wonderful musicians donated their music, but the music itself is great! At least two tracks were written specifically for Butch: Don Stiernberg’s “Western Red” and the Nashville Mandolin Ensemble’s “Butch’s Bounce Back.” The rest, be they original or traditional, make a lovely musical program that you’ll find yourself returning to again and again.

Good Advice from Kamp

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

Casey HenryI am still firmly ensconced at Kaufman Kamp for the rest of this week. At this camp I always learn at least as much as the students who attend. So far I’ve picked up a couple good pieces of advice that I’ll pass along.

I can’t remember who said this first one: “Don’t measure your progress (on banjo, mandolin, guitar, or whatever) in increments shorter than a year.” Learning an instrument is a life-long project. You’ll have good days and bad days, good weeks and bad weeks, and sometimes you’ll feel like you’re actually regressing. But compare where you are now to where you were a year ago and you will see how far you’ve come. Of course, it’s hard to remember how you sounded a year ago, so taping yourself (and then putting that recording away and not listening to it for twelve months) is a great way to compare.

This second item comes from Stacy Phillips, who taught fiddle this year. He said, when you practice your hardest material, your best is getting better; when you practice your easy material, your worst is getting better. Often students fall into just practicing their newest, or hardest, songs, or just the difficult passages, which can be a bit of a drudgery. Remember to play your fun/easy tunes as well. It keeps it enjoyable for you and improves your lousy level (the level at which you play when you are totally and completely out of practice).

I’m playing on the concert this evening (Wednesday), so if any of you blog readers are in the Maryville, TN area, come on out! I’ll have the marvelous Kathy Chiavola on guitar, Andy Owens on mando, and Bob Rostollan on bass.