When I started out on the banjo people were quick to tell me the limits of frailing/clawhammer/old-time banjo. in a lot of ways it was similar to the list of things my doctor said I would never do when I was diagnosed with epilepsy.
I proved the doctor wrong just like I proved the old-timers wrong. You can do ANYTHING with the technique of frailing!
I am really excited about this informal gathering. While Dear Old Dad and I are part of this shindig, other experienced musicians are also involved. That’s not all! Music students are sharing what they know. I love seeing kids helping each other discover the joy of music!
The format is simple. We split up into groups for teaching and sharing. Then we all come together to jam.
Music Monday features informal lessons in banjo, guitar, harmonica, ukulele, bass and more. Come on out to learn, teach, share and jam.
Great fun and fellowship! Call 410-968-3873 for details.
Last year neurological issues made it difficult for me to type.
I handled the situation the way I usually do; I adapted. I dropped off social media and turned my attention to writing. The keyboard was out so I started writing my next book longhand, with paper and pencils.
Now it is 2019. My book is coming close to completion and I have made a little bit of progress with the neurological issues. I think it is safe to dip my toe into the murky water of social media.I Have set up new Facebook and Twitteraccounts today. As things progress I will be posting more information on the upcoming book and other cool folk music projects we have in the works.
I am proud of the progress my mom is making with her web site. Be sure to visit misstrudy.com for recipes, craft projects, poetry and her insights into early childhood development.
We have a ton of exciting music and mayhem in the works for the year ahead. I can’t wait to get started!
I am finishing up the fourteenth chapter of my book in process.
When Amy died in September I found myself at a loss for words. It wasn’t writers block, it just hurt to remember. When I married Amy I made her my true north. I thought all of the adventures were just steps that led me into her arms. Without her I questioned everything. Lost with a broken compass.
On Monday night I worked with adults getting started on the guitar, while all around me kids were teaching each other ukulele and a young boy learned the basic frailing strum faster than anybody we have ever encountered.
The young banjo student doesn’t have a banjo. His dad is serving in the Navy right now. On the ride home my father and I talked about helping the young man get a banjo of his own. We laughed over some of the trouble I got into when I was the same age, and for the first time in a while the memories did not hurt quite as bad.
I am never going to get over Amy. The good and the bad, the bitter and the sweet, are carved in me all the way down to the bone. I will, however, find a way to keep working. To use the good and the hurt and transform it into words and music as I have always done.
I will have Chapter Fourteen up for our Patreon sponsors soon. Thank you all for your patience.