Well I haven’t done a Freaky Fiddle Friday in a while. But I miss it, so here goes. Today I bring you the fantastic straight ahead and old timey pair of fiddle tunes by Luke Abbott. He plays two classics, Angeline the Baker and Apple Blossom. Do yourself a favor and also check out his album called, Take Me Home. It sounds like this young man has a very promising career as a solo musician. It’s difficult thing to make this material interesting as a solo artist, but he sure pulls it off convincingly. His guitar and banjo work is also quite solid and voice perfectly workable in a traditional sense. Good stuff.
Yo-Yo Ma, Stuart Duncan, Edgar Meyer, and Chris Thile, what could possibly go wrong? A Goat Rodeo, thats what, or maybe a new album?
One of the more polite definitions from urbandictionary.com says this about a goat rodeo:
A chaotic situation, often one that involves several people, each with a different agenda/vision/perception of what’s going on; a situation that is very difficult, despite energy and efforts, to instill any sense or order into
A situation that is hopelessly fucked up. The worst of three stages of goat-ness. First is the Goat Rope, defined else where.
Then there is the utilitraian Goat Fuck. This normally requires a serious amount of work to unfuck.
Lastly, there is the Goat Rodeo. The worst of the three, it is beyond even profanity. It describes a situation that involves many individuals screw ups, and implies that the fuck up is already well underway, meaning that there is no hope in stopping the mess.
Well, its that time of the week again, Freakin Freaky Fiddle Friday, where we go diggin around in the vast intertubes and dig out some weird fiddle stuff. This week brings us an interesting line up, featuring the late great Vassar Clements, a truly unique voice of fiddle virtuosity, and this version of Kissimmee Kid lives up to everything we’ve seen from Vassar over the years. It also features
Tony Rice on guitar, Mark O’Connor on mandolin? Jerry Douglas on dobro John Hartford on banjo Glenn Worf on bass. Wow now that is a weird line up. Someone must have gotten sick and canceled at the last minute for Mark to be playing mandolin, but who cares, this tunes it sweet.
So you don’t want to pay $44 for those fancy C&F Design fly boxes, even though we think they are probably worth it. You want to save a few bucks. Well you are so in luck, our friend the Functioning Fishaholic shows us how to create one out of an Altoid Tin.
You know we love all things DIY and this is one is totally right on the money, so pay him a visit and give it a try. I have two empty Altoid tins in my desk drawer right now and I’ve been thinking I need some better small nymph, dry fly, midge boxes.
Altoid tins also make perfect places to store your high-end or collectable plectrums, like vintage National Finger Picks, or antique-harvested-before-they-were-endangered-sea-going-reptilian-all natural-which-we-would-never-own-due-to-their-morally-objectionable-history-picks, if you were the type of person that might actually own such a thing which we are not, because that would be wrong.
Today Jeffrey L. Frischkorn of Willoughby, Ohio writes of his departed friend Jenny Lynn. With a dog name like Jenny Lynn you gotta think he is into some Bluegrass and we like that. Whatever the reason for the name there is a heck of a pay-off at the end see quote below. GREAT STUFF.
When that commitment is finished, you can expect me to drop two shotshells into the awaiting chambers of my Browning over/under shotgun. The Browning, with its timeless grace but aging bluing, will come to my shoulder and I will fire the two rounds — one by one, sending tokens of Jenny Lynn’s ashes out over the water.
Around my neck will be draped the duel-dog-whistle lanyard. The first and loudest of the two will summon the ghosts, all of them. The lighter-sounding whistle will echo its notes.
Only at that point will I know with certainty that Jenny Lynn and I are together once more.
Before that he even mentioned Corey Ford’s “Road to Thinkhamtown” one of our favorite essays.
The original Auld Lang Syne verse below, and a banjo interpretation above. Happy New Year from the Fiddle and Creel.
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne.
- On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
My Heart is ravisht with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Old long syne.
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne
I got this most excellent Redfish grip and grin photo from my favorite banjo player today, the one-and-only founding member of Big Red and the Wagoneers John Banjovi. Looks like you had a blast out on the Isle of Palms, we salute your dedication to all things pre-war, ol’ timey and slimey!