This post got eaten, so I'll post again, just for YOU!
Sup homies?
Chris got back to the jam after missing a couple in a row, and he was glad to be there. A small but talented unit held forth at the jam last night. Ralph, Doug, Joe, Wayne, Asenath, Christian, Larry, Kendall, Richard, and Mary were there when Chris arrived. They whacked out a bunch of fine tunes. Midnight Moonlight in honor of Peter Rowan's visit to Floyd Fest, a groovy Wheel Hoss, Stuck in the Middle of Nowhere, Temperance Reel, Rebecca, Deep Elem Blues, and I don't know what else.
Timmy showed up at 9:50 to pick one or two and help clean up. I saw Tim Pak there, but didn't here him play.
We had Pete and his wife in from New Zealand which was cool. They're friends of Richard's and appear to be living charmed lives of world travel and leisure. My hat's off to them, and I hope we'll see them again next year.
Casey Elder was at the fine Floyd Fest and sends greetings.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
OK, since it appears everybody's abandoned posting to this blog but me ...
... I'll tell you about last night's jam.
It was a good one.
Two large jams, inside and out, went late. I left at 10 and Wayne and Asenath were still holding court inside (literally, since Wayne's a magistrate). On the sidewalk, the bluegrass brat pack (with elder statesmen Kendall and Bill) looked like they were in for the long haul.
Large crowds gathered in the Mill (where they need folks to spend money to keep the doors open) and on the concrete. Fiddles were played and fun was had.
It was a good one.
Two large jams, inside and out, went late. I left at 10 and Wayne and Asenath were still holding court inside (literally, since Wayne's a magistrate). On the sidewalk, the bluegrass brat pack (with elder statesmen Kendall and Bill) looked like they were in for the long haul.
Large crowds gathered in the Mill (where they need folks to spend money to keep the doors open) and on the concrete. Fiddles were played and fun was had.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
7/6 Jam
At straight-up 7 p.m., we had three fiddles and one banjo in the place.
Three hours later, we had somehow sailed through another fine evening of music, singing and caffeine-fueled fellowship.
Chris showed up, bass in tow, and hung tough for more than 2 hours before relinquishing the doghouse to Kendall.
T. Mills also thumped the last number -- "Sitting On Top of the World."
Mary, Christian, Sandra, Larry, Tim P, Jason, Richard, Doug D, Bill and I (maybe some others?) along with the aforementioned troika rocked and reeled through the night. Jason and Doug played "Big Country," among other oddball numbers.
A fine time was had by all.
Three hours later, we had somehow sailed through another fine evening of music, singing and caffeine-fueled fellowship.
Chris showed up, bass in tow, and hung tough for more than 2 hours before relinquishing the doghouse to Kendall.
T. Mills also thumped the last number -- "Sitting On Top of the World."
Mary, Christian, Sandra, Larry, Tim P, Jason, Richard, Doug D, Bill and I (maybe some others?) along with the aforementioned troika rocked and reeled through the night. Jason and Doug played "Big Country," among other oddball numbers.
A fine time was had by all.
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