Freaky Fiddle Friday – Christian Howes

This week’s edition of Freaky Fiddle Friday features a Columbus native, Christian Howes playing with a truly great guitarist Robin Ford. Howes called us 5 or 6 years ago about him sitting in with the Wagoneers but we never could get the scheduling figured out, at the time he was living in NY but was in Columbus a few week ends a month. I think he found us through the violin loft, but I can’t say for sure.

As one of the more expressive and emotional fiddle players around he really holds back at the beginning  of on this tune, but dude does he unleash some freaky fiddlin at the end. Whoa – he blows the doors off of it, with some crazy distortion.

Though we’ve never heard him play Bluegrass, we know he can. And NO there is nothing April fools-ish about this, just plain old freaky fiddlin.

Freakin Freaky Fiddle Friday

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.

The Infamous Stringdusters SUCK!

Ok actually they are a pretty good band, I’m just jealous, and the video below will help explain why. They get to ride around the US picking on stage in front of throngs of adoring and gyrating young fans, ski, ride their bikes (and tricycles apparently?) generally have a blast. I’m also guessing that at least one of them has waved fly rod more than once, but I can’t say for sure. Yeah they suck!

What they don’t show is how much it sucks to be stuck in a van most days with four other dudes who you’re most likely sick of, but thats its a trade off to leading the “Grasstar” lifestyle.I think I invented a new word there. Grasstar, its like being rock star that most people could care less about, but a certain group of obsessed fools will fawn over and more likely than not request some obscure number written in 1933. Then said fool will proceed to give you the left over pie from their family reunion, or something like that. Anyway they look like they are doing well, and bringing the young people out for some grass, and we like that.

We all know that the folks the Bluegrass community thought were carrying the torch, like Yonder and King Wilkie went the way of the bluegrass dodo bird.

Anyway, I just thought I would make it known that the Infamous Stringdusters suck.