Monday, October 29, 2012

A Rose Amidst the Thorns

An old farm is restored and refigured into an exceptional showcase for the arts in Berryville

     Every community produces an artistic landscape that is representative of the people who comprise that community. It takes dreamers. People who aren't afraid to lend a hand to celebrating the better part of our human nature. We celebrate human milestones of birth and death, weddings and harvests, pastoral milestones of plantings and reapings. When it's all well and good and further enhances and enriches the life of a community, we humans want to keep it as a part of who we are. We are quickly losing vast stretches of northern Virginia to suburban expansion and 'progress' and for me personally it's all very sad. Once known for breeding racing champions, fine livestock, and tons of grain that flowed on post-Civil War railroads to Alexandria and Baltimore, the edge of the Blue Ridge is now dotted with very conspicuous 'upscale' housing developments and ugly shopping centers. Moving out to these areas used to seem like a great idea, until one discovers that all your beltway neighbors have the same plan.

     These thoughts cross my mind as I reach a certain point on Route Seven past Purcellville. You start climbing one of the first ridges of the Blue Ridge foothills and once you reach the top and start down the other side,  you encounter a vista that any glitzy travel mag would love to have as next month's cover photo. What you are viewing is the Shenandoah Valley, rolling and green, and filled with herds of grazing cows. For me, the armchair military strategist, you understand immediately why this vast stretch of valley gained so much importance in the great Civil War. The area reeks of historical importance on many counts and for the record, no other local entity does a better job of explaining it than the relatively new Museum of the Shenandoah in Winchester. While the changes occur, the loss of who we were in the past excelerates and the agricultural market is being supplanted with wine economics, land speculation, and how to deal with the new demographics. I read a few years ago that Virginia had become the Number Four wine producer in the United States. Whether this is true or not, I don't know. I have no interest in the matter than to say that if it's bringing more money into our state then so much the better. Like any person of my age,  I cling to the past, that more civil period when spending time in the country or going to Uncle Bill's farm meant that there wasn't an admission fee or Dad didn't have to find just the right parking spot.

     It takes a courageous step forward to retain what we once had. My trip today is to find out how that's done. I've  been invited out to Berryville to meet with Cheryl Ash, the Executive Director of the Barns of Rose Hill Arts Center. I had met her the night Dry Mill Road was performing. She was busy with her husband Brian greeting the crowd and both were engaged in final preparations for the show, the wine bar, the catered Chili coming in from the Berryville Grill. I fell in love with the place as soon as I entered. An old dairy barn completely re-fashioned and up-graded for music and the arts or just about any other kind of occasion you could think of. Let your mind go wild with possibilities: art exhibits, music, music, music, or seminars on local history and culture. One visit to hear one of my favorite bluegrass bands (Dry Mill Road from Winchester,) wasn't enough. I asked Cheryl if I could come back and really make a full inspection of the place. Cheryl graciously accepted. It's a wonderful, crystal-clear fall day to leave the 'Burbs and head out to Clarke County. That in itself is enough of an enticement. Get away from the drudge and take a step back into time. There is so much to see on old Route Seven heading up into the mountains. And oh yeah, there are lots of new vineyards, local wine festivals, food-tastings, and all the trappings if you're in to that sort of thing. For the planners of the 'Barns' the dream to make the Barns of Rose Hill a central focal point for the arts in Clarke County started around 2004 and finally culminated in a grand opening in 2011. It took a lot of money, personal contributions, and promises of support. You have to believe that the steering committee, struggling through one of America's worst economic periods had faith in the future of Clarke County and the emergence of the geographical location of the western reaches of northern Virginia. It's all there: many small liberal arts institutions, beautiful scenery, an excellent climate, easy access to Martinsburg,  Harper's Ferry, Washington, D.C., Roanoke and points south, western Maryland and Pittsburgh. Nearby Winchester is booming with a population explosion.

     I have grown to respect the abundance of artistic talent in this region, too. Whether fiddler, singer, or the next great concert performer, emerging photographer or painter, I took a look around the Barns facility and recognized the possibilities of the place providing the proper venue to showcase what talent there is - and there is plenty of it, waiting for the chance.  A beautiful stage/musical area that can hold 200 customers. A huge art gallery downstairs in the old milking area that is very beautifully lit with natural sunlight on one side. Two more, smaller galleries and little nooks and crannies could serve as highlighted private showing spaces. My visit was also enriched by meeting up with Logan Van Meter, a native son of Berryville and recent MFA recipient (James Madison University). He currently serves as the Director of Berryville's Visitors Center which also has a home in the Barns facility. I could see his enthusiasm for his new position, and both he and Cheryl Ash provided me with an exciting view of the future programming at the Barns of Rose Hill. No rose-colored glasses here, they realize the depth of the challenge, the hard work it will take, and the money too, that will have to be raised to keep the Barns going as a viable Clarke County Showcase for the Arts. I appreciated the candor. An undertaking like this has to have a game-plan, a mission statement, and dedicated artists and customers to keep it going. It's been a year now since officially opening for business and already a full calendar of performances and presentations has been logged. The offerings have been fascinating and eclectic. There has been a string of sell-outs and lots of excited visitors and customers. I have a feeling though, the intent will be to show what's best about, and for, Clarke County and northwestern Virginia. We are a lucky and blessed community - as long as we can keep a check on the thorns of so-called progress and over-development. Go west and get away from it all. Start your day-trip in a little town called Berryville. Top it off with a night of entertainment at the Barns of Rose Hill.

www.barnsofrosehill.org
P.O. Box 738, Berryville, Va. 22611
(540) 955-2004

Easy to find, plenty of easy and free parking, good local restaurants, town-strolling can be a lot of fun and interesting. 

     

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Vapid Landscapes

Dry Mill Road at Lost Rhino Brewing Company in Ashburn, Virginia.

3 October 2012:

Guys my age don't hang out in bars unless they've got a serious drinking problem, a serious loneliness problem, or a serious problem connecting with the opposite sex. It's the stuff of bluegrass music. Add prison-time, chain-gangs, and murdering your girlfriend and you've got the whole shooting match. Last night I found myself at the Lost Rhino Brewing Company in Ashburn, Virginia to catch up with Dry Mill Road, an up-and-coming bluegrass band from the Winchester area. I went mainly to see how an upwardly mobile crowd of suburban professionals would take to this kind of music. The band kicked off at 5:30 in the late afternoon, all part of Lost Rhino's jumpstart on its Oktoberfest activities. I kept asking myself: who's going to show up here on a week-day, 5:30 in the afternoon, and especially on the first night of the presidential debates? I got there at 4:00 and nobody was there. Around here, you plan to get a seat early, because Fairfax County and Loudoun County have the worst traffic tie-ups in the nation; maybe even worse than Bangkok or Manila.

Getting there and finding the place was the hard part. My google mapping wasn't much help. Thankfully, Rhino has some small blue and white signs posted along the way from Route 7 inward, into the morass of suburban sprawl which has engulfed what was once the pastoral landscape that was the basic maneuvering territory for Mosby, Jeb Stuart, and Bobby Lee. Very little of it is left. It's hard to believe that I used to bike out here when the WO&D bike trail was still a dirt path. I recognize nothing. Miles and miles of townhouse developments, strip malls, and strip-mall-one-story warehouse and office spaces in long red-brick lines. It's all called Ashburn Village, in honor of other imitation towns such as Kingstowne, Fairfax Village Center, and Dulles Town Center, and Reston Town Center. I applaud the non-creativity. There's usually no 'town' no 'village' or center to anything. Just another excuse to build a mall. Welcome to flim-flam marketing. On the news last week it was announced that Loudoun County is now the number one, richest county in our area. It's not hard to understand with this kind of out-of-control development. Well, as much as I hate the place, our local economy is booming and we have a lot of highly educated people employed by the high-tech companies that are driving Loudoun County's fortunes.

Customers started rolling in at 5:00. Lots of dockers and polo shirts and even some suits and ties. It's still a mystery to me why the American male can't get it straight: never wear brown shoes with a grey or black suit. Never wear black shoes with a brown suit or brown slacks. Same thing goes for the belt. Didn't their parents teach them better? All that money and . . .  I can't neglect describing the footwear. There were so many males and females wearing flip-flops I thought there must be a bath-house next door. Thank God cold weather is coming. I think of crazy things like this because I'm used to seeing lots of cowboy boots at most of the events I attend. I made a note about the flip-flops and then Sean Loomis and Douglas Ross (band members) showed up wearing cowboy boots. I began to feel like less of an intruder into this surreal painting. I decided to sit there and mind my own business as the crowd got bigger and the talk around me consisted of I-T, Weapons engineering, and other forms of Hi-Tech babble. Other than that, mixed with the alcohol-fed desire to score chicks, the central reason to be there was to drink beer and pretend you were in Bavaria celebrating Oktoberfest. I felt a lot of apprehension for the band. This was not your average bluegrass crowd. I wondered how they ever got the gig in the first place. I was in for an interesting evening.

This is not your average bluegrass band. I've even been questioned by my orthodox bluegrass friends as to why I enjoy them. What I admire in Dry Mill Road is their versatility and their total entertainment package. The longer they play a set the better they get as witnessed between two sets at this performance. The lukewarm, non-bluegrass crowd gently applauded after the first set. Sean Loomis was working hard for his money. The second set included their best material and the crowd started listening (well, mostly - luckily in the crowd were a small number of Dry Mill Road fans and friends to help center the attention, and I also ran into some other customers who at least knew a little bit about the music). On the second song of the second set a young female patron started screaming above the din of the crowd, "Play some Dead! Play some Dead!!" There was some applause. Ah Oh, I thought, here it comes. "Rocky Top" is next. Sean Loomis capitulated and did that song about 'the devil is a friend of mine' or whatever that Grateful Dead song is. Needless to say, I never followed Garcia and his ilk and I don't care. It worked in the band's favor. That over with, good riddance, the audience really came alive for the rest of the set. They were even asked to do two encore numbers. I have a feeling they'll be asked back to play. Maybe the crowd will give up shower slippers and start wearing cowboy boots. From traditional to new to doing their own songs, Dry Mill Road is a 'listening' experience. I'd rather experience them in a place where I can closely listen to what they are doing. The bass guy nevers gets any credit in bluegrass, Dave hurt on bass is one of the best in my book. There is no one real driver in Dry Mill Road. It's an equality of each member recognizing the other guy's talents. That's rare in a band that's been around for such a short time.

After a rough road tour they'll be back at the Barns at Rose Hill in Berryville on October 13th. Tickets are available on-line. Get them quick because the last time they played there they sold out in a short time. After last night's show they packed up immediately and headed for the Big Outer Banks Festival in North Carolina and some gigs in between. They're working hard for the money - and delivering. My reward for the evening was talking with a 30-something who sat near me and intently listened to every song. He turned to me and said, "This is really difficult stuff to play, isn't it? Maybe I should learn more about this kind of music." You got it, son. Another recruit for bluegrass music. Garcia could be heard rolling over in his grave.

Dry Mill Road:  Sean Loomis, guitar. Douglas Ross, mandolin. Robert Mabe, banjo. Dave Hurt, bass.