As some of you know, I’ve started to learn fiddle, and I’ve been working hard at it. I’m taking an online course from the “Brainjo” guy, Dr. Josh Turnkett and taught by Adam Hurt. I’ve taken banjo classes from Adam at Midwest Banjo Camp and… Read More
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Vegetable blues
Champion Jack Dupree….Diggin’ my Potatoes Cabbage Greens….
Smooth Operator
I should be in bed but instead I find myself up checking out the latest NPR Tiny Desk concerts. It’s a great way to learn about all kinds of music, and for me that’s important for me because I’ve been listening to so much old… Read More
Hippy Old Time
This morning I was playing the banjo before Ruby’s vet appointment. The tune I was playing is called Nixon’s Farewell. I first heard this tune at the Rockbridge festival down in Virginia last September. I was wandering around the park listening to jams with a… Read More
Buck Fever Rag
I’ve been listening to a heaping helping of fiddle music lately, as I’ve been hunkering down to learn to fiddle. For a guy beginning to fiddle, working hard at just making a decent tone and finding a few notes, hearing players like this is simply… Read More
Juke Boy
Here’s a couple cuts by a lesser-known blues player named Juke Boy Bonner, whose music I came across more or less accidentally many years ago. He lived a fairly short life and if his songs are to be believed, not a very happy one. I… Read More
Free Trade
Tunes for a Friday evening. Here are two of my fave performers, April Verch and Joe Newberry playing a medley of Canadian and American old time tunes (and as a bonus, April Verch fiddles and step dances at the same time). This should get your… Read More
Truth is Out of Style (I thought it was a fiddle tune)
MC 900 Foot Jesus (AKA Mark Griffin) with DJ Zero on Turntables…. What? I thought it was a fiddle tune.
Remember when Western was a music category?
Let’s listen to some Wilf Carter. Ain’t Gonna be a Hobo no More Hang the Key on the Bunkhouse Door Rootin’-tootin’ Cowboy and one more…. Springtime in the Rockies
You could hear that whistle blow 100 miles
The American Songbook is not for the feint of heart. Trains, cars, whiskey, sex, money, work, loneliness, death – even murder – and God, not necessarily in that order. Vernacular music, music of the people, perhaps the expression of a culture just before the great… Read More