Saturday, November 19, 2016

White Ripple Community Band-- November 14, 2016

Pardon my lag in posting-- ever since November 8th it's felt like someone's been performing an autopsy on me without bothering to check to see if I'm dead yet. Stop cutting, please! I'm only dying on the inside.

What does make me feel a little more like a human being is making music. At the last Second Saturday we played This Land Is Your Land until Rich couldn't take it anymore, and last week I reconnected with old friends at The Grafton Pub for the Tuesday night folk jam. Playing and singing, learning new songs, becoming a better musician by showing others how to play, those are some of the ways I'm going to put one foot in front of the other.

Last week I brought out my little mountain banjo and we jammed in the key of E on these two old-time ballads:

Barbara Allen. Hedy West's version of this song is my favorite in life so far.



Pretty Little Miss Out in the Garden, performed here by the one and only Cousin Emmy. I love her to pieces.

 
 
 
From there we shifted gears to the blues and revisited Good Time Tonight by Big Bill Broonzy.
 
 
 
We broke up into banjo and guitar groups and learned new blues licks on our respective instruments and came back together to do Buckets of Rain by Bob Dylan, another blues in D.
 
 

"Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must."