A bluegrass reading list

February 10th, 2010

A local bookstore asked me to compile a short reading list on the subject of bluegrass music, and I thought I might as well share it with you on the ‘Net.  It’s very brief, but additions are welcomed, and it does make a good start for those interested in learning more about what I feel is a very misunderstood / unknown kind of music:

A reading list on bluegrass music
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"Bluegrass" denotes a musical style, a way of playing American country
music, that is unique in having its origin attributable to a single
person, Bill Monroe, of Western Kentucky.

Monroe himself was influenced by folk songs and tunes, as played by
fiddlers and string bands from the Appalachians, mountain church hymns,
blues from black musicians, as well as early jazz.  It would seem
appropriate to begin with books on the inventor of the style.  There
have been several books on Monroe over the past few years, of varying
quality.  Two of the best, in my view, are:

"The Bill Monroe Reader", (a series of articles and columns on Monroe
covering almost 50 years) edited by Tom Ewing.  Some fine, and sometimes
intimate, glimpses of Monroe as seen by his contemporaries.  University
of Illinois Press, 2000.

"The Music Of Bill Monroe", Neil V. Rosenberg and Charles K. Wolfe,
University of Illinois Press, 2007.  This volume lists every recording
made by Bill Monroe in a discography, session date, personnel, location,
and date, as well as a discussion of aspects of every song and tune Bill
recorded.

Bill Monroe discography

An earlier Monroe discography by Neil Rosenberg

For a more general overview, I would recommend: "Country Music USA: A Fifty Year History", Bill C. Malone, University Of Texas Press, 1968. A great basic introduction to the country music genre. "Bluegrass Breakdown", Robert Cantwell, University of Illinois Press, 1984, 2003. A sometime maddening (in terms of scholastic language and approach) but excellent historical survey of bluegrass. "Bluegrass, A History", Neil Rosenberg, University of Illinois Press, 1985. The best general history I've found.

Memories of Eck Robertson

December 26th, 2009

Recently, I traded e-mails with my friend David Holt of Ashville, NC, who still travels and performs with guitarist Doc Watson and others.  David had run across a reference in a book by British music historian and writer Tony Russell to Texas fiddler Eck Robertson, who is known as the person to make the first commercial recording of authentic country / old-time music.  David noted that a photograph I had taken in the 1960s was used in the book, and asked for a copy, along with any recollections of Eck when I met him.

Alexander Campbell "Eck" Robertson - Peter Feldmann photo

Alexander Campbell "Eck" Robertson - Peter Feldmann photo 1964.

Yes, I took that photo of Eck at UCLA in ‘64, I believe. He was attending their 1964 folk festival with one of his sons. It was just
amazing to see him in person.  He was a true showman, and he loved to talk. He felt no compunction against telling everyone who would listen that he was the greatest fiddler, period. Actually, I still sort of agree with him on that (albeit that the concept “greatest” is a bit  absurd to my thinking). I have a mint copy of his Victor recording of “Sallie Gooden”. Every time I listen to it, I get this feeling of listening to a magic section of time; a miracle, if you will.  I am always transported to that early afternoon in New York City, July 1st, 1922, the day after he stormed the studio with his partner Henry Gilliland and demanded to be recorded.

Anyways, Eck did talk quite a bit, with great animation, about fiddling — demonstrating his lectures with short pieces of music. He was a bit frail, but when his fingers touched the fiddle, his bowing was still rock solid. He’d slowed down a bit, but the tone was still there. He had fashioned a leather strap that went from the end piece of the fiddle and circled around his neck — I suppose to help him hold it in place while he played. The thing is that, after playing a tune in demonstration, he would suddenly let go of his instrument and the fiddle would swing back and forth in front of his chest like the pendulum of a grandfather clock . . . while he continued his lecture — somewhat disconcerting to his listeners, though remaining oblivious to the impression he was creating for his audience! A real showman, as I mentioned.

My friend Byron Berline, who based his “Sally Goodin” on Eck’s version, met him at various contests that his dad would take him to. He recalled some of Eck’s antics (tossing the fiddle, balancing the bow on his nose, etc.) and mentioned that at one event, when Eck was due to perform on-stage in five minutes, Byron found him behind the stage with the fiddle completely disassembled; Eck was whittling on the bridge with a jackknife, completely unconcerned with the short time due before his performance.

I still consider Eck as one of the finest fiddlers that ever recorded, and still listen to his “Sallie Gooden” with amazement.

Oklahoma International BG Festival

October 5th, 2009

I had a great time performing in Oklahoma this past weekend with my friends Wayne Shrubsall and Bruce Thompson.  Lots of good bands, including Byron Berline, Alan Munde’s Gazette, the Gibson Brothers, Mark O’Connor Trio, and of course, The Old Time Band“.

Alan Munde's Gazette at OIBF 10/4/09

Alan Munde's Gazette

Alan Munde's Gazette

Here’s a pic from Byron’s International Bluegrass Festival in Gutrhrie, OK. It’s of Alan Munde’s new group. He’s been one of my favorite banjo pickers fro a long time. When I talked to him later, he was wearing a Navy baseball cap with a big letter “N” on the front. I asked him if he’d been in the Navy. He said “No”.  I said   “…then what does the letter ‘N’ stand for?”    He answered, “Nowledge”.

Sam Hinton

September 12th, 2009

Dear Friends,

Sam Hinton passed away on Thursday, September 10, at 4 p.m., surrounded by family and hearing his own songs.   It was a peaceful end to a long, creative and beloved life.  There is a sweet tribute to him at < www.samhinton.org>, the website kept by his grandchild Katrina Cooper and her husband Danny.

Please feel free to send this notice on to others, or send me the contact information for others who ought to be on this list.  We will keep in touch as plans develop for memorial gatherings.

Warm wishes,
Leanne Hinton


Sam was one of the people whose love for and command of the music really inspired me.  His performance style was subtle, self-contained, and wonderfully intriguing.  His emphasis was always on the music, not the performer, and Sam always brought something special to each song he sang and tune he played.

Sam Hinton at UC Berkeley Folk Festival, 1965.

Sam Hinton at UC Berkeley Folk Festival, 1965.

My first encounter with his music was via a recording titled “How The West Was Won” (not to be confused by the film of the same title). It was a two Lp set with various artists, with an amazingly diverse range: from traditional-style performers like  Sam and Jimmie Driftwood to Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney!  You know, Rosemary and Bing did a pretty fine job at that!  In 1961, Sam was brought to Santa Barbara’s Lobero Theater.  The audience was a bit on the thin side, but the performance made me a lifelong fan.

Santa Monica Pier turns 100 today

September 9th, 2009

The Southern California pier has been a great music venue over the years, and served as a host to the renewed Ash Grove for a period of eleven months.

My fondest recollection of the pier was a public performance I did there as a duo with fiddler Byron Berline, before he moved back to Guthrie OK.

It was the afternoon of Super Bowl Sunday. Byron had requested that his wife tape the game. A nice stage had been set up outdoors, and we did two long sets, mainly fiddle tunes and a few songs thrown in. There was a good-sized crowd there. Near the end of our performance, a “street person” with a very disreputable outfit came up to the front of the stage and proceeded to empty his pockets of all the loose change he’d collected that day, spilling it across the stage front. Byron and I both agreed that it was the best tip we’d ever received, anywhere.

R - L: Peter Feldmann, Byron Berline, Gilles Apap

R -> L: Peter Feldmann, Byron Berline, Gilles Apap

More thoughts on Mike Seeger and the NLCR

August 15th, 2009

The following from my Albuquerque friend, Wayne Shrubsall:

MIKE SEEGER

Wayne Shrubsall . . . Indiana born and bred, I became interested in Southern music via pop folk in 1959; from the Kingston Trio, I began listening to the Weavers, and then to Pete Seeger (though I was not as far left as he) and Erik Darling (though I was not as far right as he). But in 1964, while a student at Ball State University, I attended a concert at Earlham University in Richmond. I had been there in 1962 to hear Joan Baez, then in 1963 to hear Pete Seeger. The New Lost City Ramblers were the draw in 1964. In a way, these concerts signaled a progressive desire I was developing for music closer to what is now referred to as folk music.
Wayne Shrubsall
The performers at Earlham appeared in a large auditorium, but we sat on the floor about four feet from the Ramblers, as we had for the Pete Seeger concert a year earlier. The Ramblers were introduced and took the stage. There were John Cohen on stage left, playing guitar and loudly tapping time with his right foot; Mike Seeger in the middle, playing fiddle; and Tracy Schwarz, having replaced Tom Paley, playing second guitar. In fact, they all beat time with their feet, and they tapped in perfect unison. They stood in a semi-circle, used one mike, and looked right at the audience with no affectation I could discern. Of course, their instrumentation changed throughout the performance, which appealed to me too.

Their first number, “Three Men Went a-Hunting,” snapped me to attention. This was not “MTA” in a frat-boy format, not “Barbara Allen” in a rich soprano art-song voice, not “We Shall Overcome” sung with revolutionary sincerity to white folks at a Quaker college. This was music that followed a tradition Indiana folks did not often hear. Then they did a variety of pieces they had recorded over the previous six years, including odd (for my whitebread sensibility at the time) pieces using musical modes I did not know existed.

After I was infatuated by their music, it was a short step to Mike’s involvement with bluegrass, and discovering the Country Gentlemen album Mike Seeger helped produce, and hearing the Strange Creek Singers, and seeing Mike as a soloist at festivals where I appeared with Peter Feldmann as the Old Time Band on the West Coast. At the San Diego Normal Heights folk festival around 1997, I heard Mike do his version of Tom Ashley’s “Walking Boss,” still one of my favorites; Mike played it on a low-tuned gourd banjo.

Mike and I chatted now and then; he came to John Cohen’s son’s wedding here in Albuquerque, and we played a bit at the wedding reception. Then the Ramblers appeared at the Santa Fe Folk Festival a few years ago, and they were still in fine form, blowing the audience away with a re-worked “Three Men Went a-Hunting.” Mike was ill then, but how ill I did not know.

The interesting thing was that they did not heavily politicize music; they just played it, to let it make its own point, whatever the point might be. After the Earlham concert, I asked them if they had much to do with “protest” songs. John and Mike replied simply that because they had other interests musically, they left protest stuff alone. In an era, the 1960s when I came of age, where that Marxist-oriented Popular Front music was a growing political force, it was a truly refreshing response.

Old-timey and bluegrass AND folksong collecting owe much to Mike and John and Tracy. When the Ramblers played old-timey and bluegrass, it was “right” only because it employed Southern traditions as well as anyone NOT a Southerner could. Their collecting saved traditions nearly lost in the industrial age. Best of all, their music saved me from a life of boundaries, boundaries as narrow as Indiana.

Mike Seeger 1933 – 2009

August 11th, 2009

After a long struggle with cancer, Mike Seeger died peacefully last Friday, August 7th, in his Lexington, Virginia home, surrounded by his wife, family, and friends.
Mike Seeger with John Cohen, 1963
Mike Seeger with John Cohen, 1963 (Peter Feldmann photo)

Best known perhaps for his role as co-founder of the music group The New Lost City Ramblers, Mike devoted his life and career to performing, collecting, teaching, and disseminating the music of rural Appalachian America to a vast throng of friends, students, and admirers. Born in NYC in 1933 to Charles and Ruth Crawford Seeger, Mike grew up in Washington DC and its suburbs. Along with the Lomaxes, the Seegers could be considered among the first families of the American folk music revival. His father, Charles, beginning his career as a musicologist, once recounted that he’d tired of studying European classical music, as he realized that this segment comprised just a small amount of the world’s musical output. Shifting his attention to folk and ethnic musics from around the world, his studies formed the basis of what we now call ethnomusicology. Mike’s mother, Ruth, was an accomplished pianist and music arranger, transcribing the field recordings of such collecting luminaries as John and Alan Lomax for publication via the Library of Congress.

Mike spent long hours listening to constant repetitions of collected folk songs that his mother was compiling for publication, many from fragile aluminum discs that were used by the field collectors of that day. He began playing guitar, banjo, and fiddle for himself, and soon added mandolin, spoons, harmonica (or mouth-harp), quills (panpipes), autoharp and other instruments to his arsenal of musical tools. He developed his own, unique singing style, and could turn a phrase in an ancient Elizabethan ballad as well as any of the traditional mountain singers he studied. His innate musicianship was professionally honed at Julliard in New York City, where he was introduced to many musical concepts that served him well throughout his life. Learning the techniques of sound recording at a nearby radio station, Mike soon took off with his own recorder and microphones to collect songs on his own at early country music festivals, in hillbilly bars and clubs, and along secluded roads and trails winding through the mountains of Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, the Carolinas, and West Virginia.

To understand the contribution that Mike and his collaborators in the New Lost City Ramblers, (John Cohen, Tom Paley, and Tracy Schwarz) made to the traditional music community, one needs to understand the situation in the USA in 1958, the year the Ramblers were founded. In general, folk songs were generally regarded as quaint, sometimes beautiful, but backward relics of an agricultural past; something to be sung to children at bedtime, perhaps, or something to be “improved” and “beautified” in a classical setting by such artists as Richard Dyer Bennet, John Dowland, et al, in a manner similar to the German lieder or French art songs. Some attempts at popularizing such music were made by groups such as the Weavers and the Kingston Trio, but no one had attempted to perform the music in a concert setting in its native, traditional styles. Mike’s father, Charles, was one of the pioneers of the idea of studying traditional musics by performance, but generally applied this concept to ethnic music outside US borders. The Ramblers changed all this with their efforts to study and perform the music as it was originally played by their folk sources, whether early field or commercial 78 RPM recordings, or the country artists themselves. Making trips out into the countryside, they discovered that many musicians who had recorded some of the classic pieces of string band music for record companies in the 1920s and 30s were still alive and picking! Not only did Mike and the others study and document their musicianship, but they invited these performers for visits to the cities up North and out West for joint performances with their group. A support group, The Friends Of Old Time Music, was set up in New York by Mike, John, and their friend Ralph Rinzler, who were soon bringing performers such as Clarence Ashley, Dock Boggs, and Elizabeth Cotton to the Big Apple for concerts. While re-discovering the talents of veteran performer Tom Ashley, the group was pleasantly surprised to find a young guitar player named Arthel “Doc” Watson, who was quickly enrolled in a band with Ashley and others for shows in NY. Mike and the Ramblers also began road trips across the country, performing in clubs, coffee houses, and college campuses. Interest in the more traditional-sounding music picked up dramatically, fueled in large part by the NCLR’s efforts. Meeting Ed Pearl in Los Angeles, they quickly assumed the role of music advisers to his Hollywood club The Ash Grove, sending a wealth of traditional performers out West, often for month-long forays to LA, Berkeley, Seattle, and other music centers.

Back in New York City, Mike and the Ramblers soon forged a working relationship with Moses Asch, owner of Folkways Records. The result: a stream of dozens of wonderful recordings by the Ramblers themselves, and of field recordings made by a huge spectrum of traditional performers from around the country. The records were made even more valuable and influential because of the voluminous liner notes and photographs accompanying the discs to annotate the music, setting the history and context in which the songs were made and performed. Such writing was very scarce at the time, and liner notes provided an important beginning to the serious study of such music. Producing the late 1950s album Mountain Music, Bluegrass Style, Mike was one of the first to apply the term “bluegrass” to describe the music created by Kentuckian Bill Monroe, and to draw attention to the fact that other bands were beginning to emulate that driving, jazz/blues-influenced mountain sound. His recorded output amounted to well over eighty LPs and CDs, divided among NLCR albums, those produced with other groups, such as The Strange Creek Singers, solo projects, and albums documenting a variety of folk and hillbilly music from banjo styles to dance steps. Mike, along with his friends like Ralph Rinzler and former wife Alice Gerrard, was instrumental via the Newport Folk Foundation, the Smithsonian Folklife Festival, and other organizations in bringing the music of Bill Monroe, Maybelle Carter, Cousin Emmy, and many other country, blues, and Cajun performers to the attention of urban audiences via festivals, folk clubs, and college concerts. His work with the New Lost City Ramblers spanned a period of fifty years and included performances around the globe from Europe to Asia.
The New Lost City Ramblers, 1964
The New Lost City Ramblers, 1964  (Peter Feldmann photo)

Perhaps most importantly, Mike simply radiated music. His enthusiasm for, love of, and expertise with traditional forms of American folk music created friends and fans wherever he went. His performances were deceptively simple, masterful, charming, and haunting, all at once. The music was always first with Mike, and his example will shine in the memories of all who met, watched, and knew him. He personified the line from an early Carter Family recording: “You may forget the singer, but don’t forget the song”.

He is survived by his wife, Alexia Smith; three sons by his first marriage to Marge Ostrow: Kim, Chris Arley, and Jeremy; four step-children with Alice Gerrard: Cory, Jenny, Joel, and Jesse; his sisters Peggy and Barbara; and his half-brothers Pete and John.

May you rest in peace, my friend.

- Peter Feldmann
Los Olivos, California
August, 2009.

A brief encounter with fame and fortune…

June 28th, 2009

Did a show with “Mother’s Boys” last night in Los Olivos, CA at the
local Grange hall. Just into the second set, news crews with cameras showed up at the door. It was ABC and NBC, up from LA, covering Michael Jackson’s death (he’d had his Neverland Ranch 5 miles up the road). Seeing as it was 9:30 in the PM, the entire rest of our town of 400 people was shut down & everybody except our hard core fans were already in bed.   We were doing the Carter song “Little Moses”. They listened for 2 minutes and you could read their faces: “Boys, we done walked into the wrong place!” They split, and our chance for our fifteen minutes of fame vanished just like that.
Mothers Boys: Peter Feldmann, David Jackson, Rick Cunha
Mother’s Boys: Peter Feldmann, David Jackson, Rick Cunha

“As seen on the TV.”

Pickin’ under the Cupressus macrocarpus…

May 20th, 2009

The VLB at Lotusland

The VLB at LotuslandThe Very Lonesome Boys had a great time at Lotusland May 16th, playing for Member’s Day.  They put us under their magnificent Monterey Cyprus tree, overlooking the large lawn and Madame Ganawalska’s former residence.  Thanks to Virginia Hayes and all the staff at Lotusland for inviting us!  Check out Lotusland.org for further info on a very fascinating garden.

We then wandered off to the Grange Hall in Los Olivos, where we were joined by Dave Richardson, Don Ho’s former banjoist, with Tiny Bubbles and all!

An encounter with Monroe, and beans…

February 22nd, 2009

I responded today to a request on a bluegrass forum for a receipe for beans (I’ll add that in a comment below).  Dan Cook, who originated the request, replied:

Hey thanks Peter. I agree with you that simpler is better. I've been
getting recipes with carrots, celery, mashed potatoes, shredded chicken
and everything else. I just want tasty beans and maybe a little ham in
there.

Bill Monroe, Doc Watson, 1963, by Peter Feldmann

Bill Monroe, Doc Watson, 1963, by Peter Feldmann

By the way, I was listening to the old Bill Monroe & Doc Watson duet CD on Folkways the other day and noticed your name in the photo credits. Seeing them perform together must have been quite an experience. I was a latecomer to bluegrass music myself, never having been exposed to it until about 1984 or 1985 but Monroe and Watson were immediate favorites of mine. I had taken on a roommate who had a banjo and an enormous record collection. The 2 albums that caught my attention were _The High Lonesome Sound of Bill Monroe_ and a Doc Watson album whose title escapes me at the moment. I remember that parts of it at least were recorded live and included cuts of "Cypress Grove," "Darlin Cory," "Where I'm Bound," "Love Please Come Home," and an unusual rendering of "John Henry / Take This Hammer." Anyway, it was either Rinzler or Rosenberg who wrote the cover notes for the Monroe album and whet my appetite for bluegrass lore. I remember Monroe being described as a "terse Kentuckian" with an "intransigent spirit." I ended up buying my own copy of that album and having Monroe sign it just a couple of years later. I was taking my first few faltering steps as a rhythm guitar player and singer at the time. I'd taken the empty album jacket with me in the hopes of getting him to sign it. I was still not accustomed to the idea that fans could approach someone of Monroe's stature and I was very nervous. Bill was seated on the stairs at the side of the stage and when my turn came I wanted to say something to him besides just "please give me your autograph." The only thing I could think of was to ask him the lyrics to the chorus of "On My Back To The Old Home." (I knew about 5 songs at the time and that was one of them but the guys I was playing with couldn't agree on the lyrics in the chorus.) Bill asked me my name, signed the record cover and extended his arm as if to shake my hand. I'll never forget what he did next. He grabbed my hand and then my arm, pulled me toward him and sang the chorus into my ear from a distance of about 6 inches. I've heard all kinds of stories about Bill's physical strength and it's true, he had a grip like a vise on my hand and arm.It was a weird, riveting moment for me. When he released me, he made some kind of remark about making sure I played plenty of bluegrass on the radio. I was so startled by the greeting that I didn't really pay any attention to the radio remark until several minutes later. It was only then that I realized that he had seen an envelope sticking out of my shirt pocket with the logo and call letters of the local radio station that had comped me the tickets to the show. Even at that late stage of his career and in declining health, he was still remarkably strong and mentally sharp. It must have been something to see him in 1963! Dan