When it's Picking Time

Stoney Creek Bluegrass Band at the recent Pickin' in the Panhandle Festival in Martinsburg

 

12 September 2012: Home.

I do my best thinking in my garden. I can commune with the squirrels who are eating the last of my sunflowers. They think they're getting away with something. They don't know I've planted them for their benefit. I'm watching five or six huge pumpkins develop - going from the green phase to their bright pumpkin-orange Halloween phase. They remind me of the turning of the season. The loss of summer days and nights. I don't do well when the thermometer goes below 70. Most of my friends know I'm a hot weather, high humidity, sun-freak. It's Harvest-Time. Shine on Harvest moon for me and my Gal. This time also ushers in a whole new phase of bluegrass for me.  It ushers in a whole new phase for the local talent, too. It's the start of the local farms to mount weekends dedicated to selling their harvests. This weekend I'll be back up in Martinsburg covering the Orr's Farm "Farm and Fun Days." On Saturday, Patent Pending and Stoney Creek will be featured. Then on Sunday the Back Creek Valley Boys will be playing. I wish I could just set up a tent and stay there, but I don't think the property owners would appreciate it. In our own area several farms each year feature bluegrass music as part of their 'farm weekends.' All you have to do is check your local merchandising papers to find them - you know, those little local papers that mysteriously get thrown in your driveway. And of course the internet is a valuable search tool to find out what's happening in your local area. We've got so many going on here in northern Virginia and central Maryland that it's hard to make a choice. I research them all to see which band is playing where. I've come up with some amazing surprises. Bands I've wanted to hear but somehow the scheduling never worked out, sometimes show up in the most unlikely venues.

My friends are funny. They tell me things like, "You're always out there following bluegrass. I wish I could. How do you find this stuff?" Here's another good one: "I really like that music. Take me with you the next time!"  Several calls and e-mails later and it's obvious they weren't really that serious about the music. They come up with the flakiest excuses for staying in their easy chairs propped up with potato chips in front of a TV set - or worse yet, the ultimate degradation as far as I'm concerned, a golf-date with a couple fellow club members. Yeah, life's grand at that 19th hole. I'd rather be around live people who are trying to make a living growing things or stringing a banjo. I'll do more interesting networking at a farmers' market than my friend out on the links- and by the way, what are "links" anyhow? Just some more of that esoteric golf-speak. I can always slink into my own smugness by acknowledging that I at least understand the musical concepts of a Lester Flatt G-Run. At Orr's Market this weekend I'll have to conceal that kind of bluegrass snobbery. My buddies in the Back Creek Valley Boys Band won't stand for it.

There's no mystery about how I find this stuff. It's all around us here in the long shadow of the Blue Ridge foothills. Some of the most authentic musicians you'll ever hear are waiting for you to come out and spend some time with them between now and October 31st at any of the numerous local farms or farmers' markets.

Looking For Real: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Bluegrass

Ragged Edge - 2012 Band Competition Winners at Pickin' in the Panhandle Festival

 

9 September 2012: Near Martinsburg

First, I want to thank Jennifer Jensen and the good folks in charge of the Pickin' in the Panhandle Festival for inviting me to participate in this year's Festival at the annual bluegrass band competition. I was asked to be one of the judges. Exactly why, I'll never know. I pretend I can play the guitar. I like bluegrass music. If anything, I'm merely a gadfly on the bluegrass scene. Second, I want to thank the army of volunteers recruited by the Berkeley County-Martinsburg Convention and Visitors Bureau for all the hard work they did in handing out information and assisting 10,000 Festival-goers at the Lazy A Campground. 2012 was my first experience at this unique gathering and I was impressed. Not easy handling an invasion of people and vehicles into an off-the-beaten path muddy meadow in Back Creek Valley, West Virginia. It's all about boosterism and showing the best face Martinsburg has to offer for three days of fun and bluegrass music. Except for one short-lived storm, the weather cooperated nicely. There are only two reasons for this sort of event: bring outside money into the local economy and give the people all the bluegrass music they can possibly stand. At the rate of exchange for the full weekend price, it was quite a good deal indeed.

Four bands showed up for the contest and the competition took place at "The Mountaineer Stage" (there were three stages in all, going full blast with continual music). We the judges got our marching orders and instructions and waited for a horrendous downpour of rain to stop before the contest started. The bands, (mostly young kids,) waited nervously to go on stage. It gave me time to think about what we were supposed to be looking for in the next generation of  'grassers.' There was a $500 top prize and a chance to appear on the Main Stage of next year's festival. I looked at the ballot sheet and agreed that all the qualifications and voting parameters were those that I had thought about on my way to the festival. They all basically boiled down to proficiency and entertainment value. An interesting question was "appearance." In other words, how well does the entrant "suit up and show up." The obviously better band, "Ragged Edge," won the contest hands down over the competition, but I'd also like to give a plug for "Second Generation" which was my 2nd choice for best band. My reasoning in the end is pretty simple. These two groups understood the music. Understood the accepted form. They also understood the 'suiting up and showing up' part of the equation. Sandra Sponaugle, the contest director, afterward told the audience that none of the bands had ever made any paid, professional appearances. A church gig here, an open-mic there, but nothing like this kind of huge public exposure. She kept that information from us so we could retain some objectivity in our choices. I wish the winners well, and hope to see "Ragged Edge" and "Second Generation" down the road somewhere. As for the other two groups, keep pushing. Keep practicing. There's plenty of room for everybody on the Great Stage of this style of music, but only the dedicated few really gain any kind of recognition. That part of the festival over I enjoyed the rest of what Pickin' in the panhandle had to offer, mainly, bluegrass music till you drop.

The contest left me with a lot to mull over in my mind. The old question comes back. Even us judges got into a conversation over it. What exactly is bluegrass? What form should it take? Are there rules, taboos, norms? Who are we to judge some amateur kid's take on what the music is supposed to sound like, what should the music evoke in the listener? What's the musical or entertainment merit? I have to mention one band at the festival and not by name. I tried to figure out what they basically were about. A comedy act?  A joke? A bad stereotype of the classic hillbilly image? A friend of mine gave me a side-glance and said, "Some people like this kind of stuff." I had to walk away from it and fast; especially when some of their friends started asking me a bunch of questions and tried to engage me in conversation. There were too many better bands and I didn't want to waste my time. "Some people like this kind of stuff" is a statement that encourages bad behavior, unprofessionalism, and a nose-thumb to those who are serious about their music and giving the audience their money's worth. The seriously dedicated young kids will win the battle. Not the band I'm referring to.

You pay your money and hoped to be entertained. Two groups (beyond the bands I'm already familiar with) made my whole weekend. I have to mention "Highland Grass" and "Stoney Creek." Joe and Donna Winebrenner (Highland Grass) blew me away with their high lonesome vocalizing. Donna has somehow captured that late 40's, early 50's style of so long ago. She has, the band has, that style that every  western 'Cow-girl group' is trying to attain. Very few can do it - that is, take you right back to the old radio stuff that's lost except for saved recordings. The proof is in the fact that an audience won't let you leave the stage when your time is up. Stoney Creek is another very traditional group with heavy gospel leanings and great vocalizing talents. They've recently won national awards for their latest gospel CD. For every bad experience of a band that doesn't deserve precious stage space bluegrass continues to show the better side of the business with groups such as Highland Grass and Stoney Creek. This is what you pay your money to experience.

Decent Folk

Aspen Run at Goofy's in Spring Grove, Pa. (Sept 2, 2012 - Photo by Ed Henry)

2 September 2012 - Spring Grove, Pa.

It's election year. I'm tired of it all. The negativism, the mud-slinging, the pandering to special interests, and each party (we have only two in this country) trying to bait each other into petty arguments that have nothing to do with the specific problems our country is facing. I live in the DC Burbs. We get a full 24-hour helping of this political garbage daily just because of our geo-location so close to the center of what I like to refer to as "The Great Chinese Magic Show." You've seen the act: a guy appears in a silk robe and starts spinning plates on a stick. It usually ends in a puff of smoke produced by a hidden bag of black powder. Lots of oo's and ahh's and then applause. Then endless commentary from the Talking Heads as to whether he spun the plates in the right direction, or whether there was enough smoke to cover his exit.

Labor Day Weekend was a good excuse to escape it all and travel beyond the Beltway where the Decent Folk gather to celebrate the end of summer. As I traveled northward I could see families enjoying themselves in their back or front yards with barbeque grills and coolers. The local farmers were out on the roadsides selling the last of their corn crop. Here and there a Romney sign stuck in the ground near a mailbox. This is beautiful country between Baltimore, Maryland and York, Pennsylvania. If any painters or photographers are reading this, I highly recommend you travel through it and capture the images before we lose them. If you're a 'burbanite like me, you don't have to travel far to spend some time with the Decent Folk. You don't have to listen to boring campaign speeches or hours of propaganda. The decent people just want to make a living, protect what they have, and exercise their liberties. As I drove the last four miles of the trip to Spring Grove (up a big hill, down a big hill,) I had quiet time to ponder these things. You might be wondering what any of this has to do with bluegrass music. For me, it has everything to do with bluegrass music - and the people who gather to enjoy it.

I was pleasantly shocked to enter Goofy's and see that the place was filling up an hour before Aspen Run was due to appear. Good sign, this. The Decent Folk chose this as their Labor Day Get-away for entertainment. I'm used to every venue within the confines of the Beltway competing for the entertainment dollar. All around me this weekend were some of the best bluegrass festivals you can imagine, if you are a follower of the schedules like I am. When you've got the money and the time, it can be a hard choice. I prefer bluegrass up-front and personal, which is another reason why I find myself ending up at Goofy's. What makes it the great space it is, is the audience of die-hard bluegrass fans who regularly show up to support the music and the venue. They're just decent people who are out for a good time away from the sameness of their lives - even if it is a holiday weekend.

Aspen Run epitomizes the kind of entertainment the Decent Folk are looking for. If you're questioning why I have the nerve to make such a statement, you should join us sometime and find out for yourself. Ask the fans. They'll tell you what decent folks the Martin Boys are. They'll tell you what a hard-driver Herb Martin is with his three sons. The drive is to do better, grow in the business, take care of the family. No grandiosity here. Just make every appearance better than the last one and maintain a sense of humor. There is a kind honesty in Aspen Run that is hard to manufacture. You don't manufacture it at all if you're to succeed in the entertainment business. You either maintain honesty or you don't. There is nothing more naked than an open stage occupied by a string band that is lying to the audience. The Decent Folk won't pay their money to see it.