I’ve been trying to listen to as much fiddle music as I can because I think listening a lot will help me become stronger on the instrument. Recently I came across some videos featuring a fiddler from Seattle named Vivian Williams. I have really been enjoying her fiddling. In most of the videos, she performs with her husband Phil on guitar.
I don’t know anything about regional fiddle traditions out in Washington state. Her fiddling reminds me of midwest fiddling more than Appalachian old time. Here are Phil and Vivian Williams performing a tune called Jean Lafitte (or is it Jean Latiff?). There are numerous videos featuring her fantastic fiddling if you want to check them out further.
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I’ve been listening to various versions of a tune called Sandy Boys because I’m learning to play it on fiddle. I came across this odd, slow, haunting version on YouTube performed by the Lazy Goat Stringband. Often you hear Sandy Boys as an instrumental but it does have an interesting set of lyrics. What we play as Sandy Boys is usually attributed to West Virginia fiddler Edden Hammons. After some Googling though, I’ve learned there is a similar melody that goes back to minstrel shows. I don’t know the origin of the lyrics.
There are a lot of different lyrics kicking around. They’re all somewhat strange and I find them very compelling. Here is one set:
Somebody stole my old black dog I wish they’d bring him back He run the big hogs over the fence And the little ones through the crack
We all had a picnic lunch Dinner all over the ground Possum meat was nine-foot deep Green flies a-walkin’ around
Sixteen miles of mountain road Chickens are crowin’ for day We are lookin’ for the big boss man Tryin’ to get our pay
Mama, she lies sick in bed Papa’s gone to town Charlie wears them high-top boots I wish he’d come ’round
Chorus: Do get along, Sandy Boys Do get along, do Do get along, Sandy Boys Waiting for the boogger-boo
Most sets of lyrics I’ve come across mention the booger-boo or the bugger-boo or the boogie-boo or even the buggy-boo. I think it perhaps refers to what we might call today the boogie-man. Is it an evil spirit, or maybe the devil?
I really like this fiddle version of Sandy Boys from the Old Time Fiddle Session YouTube channel…
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