Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Day Eleven - first recordings


A very bad start - what kind of house guest knocks over a glass bedside lamp and has it shatter to a thousand pieces? But Neal and Coleen were exceedingly gracious and allowed me to stay on. At nine o clock prompt I started recording - whether I was awake or not! Took some time to get into it, and a mysterious whine and a tendency to produce echo notes that were never there slowed things down a bit at times, but we got four songs/tunes fleshed out, with harp and voice tracks OK. I do not enjoy working to clicks, and actually Neal had a hard time finding a click track at all with his new software, so in fact most of the time I winged it, played the Autoharp track all the way through and then sang to that. It works for me and is actually quite fast when I really know the song and can sing it in my head. For tunes, I have to do that anyway of course. Took me only about a dozen takes to do one of them with just three mistakes that Neal could edit out. The good thing is that you never make the same mistake every time, so if you do it often enough, you can stitch together one perfect take! Not going to tell you what we did, wait till the CD comes out - if ever!

Lovely dinner, on the porch, looking at the fireflies in the video above. Magical creatures. Later on, getting dark, we walked round Coleen's Folly - an area of the garden with rocky outcrops that Coleen is taming. Loved the door with no frame, the bottle tree, and the Woodhenge from their felled Elm tree, the trunk of which as been left like hands open to the sky. Fireflies covered the fields to the distant hills, a train took 10 minutes to pass by, hooting, and the fireflies ascended to the treetops. And I saw a groundhog!!!

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Day Ten - Folk Club


The excitement is fading, but the memories are not. We packed early and set off about 11, after breakfast with Judy Dugas in Newport. Good drive home, with me sleeping most of it, I am afraid, and we got back to Holly's in the afternoon, when everyone except me availed themselves of Holly's pool. In the evening we had a terrific takeaway Chinese - probably the nicest Chinese I have ever had. We sang into the night, and worked out harmonies to Let it Be Me and Dream, that I hope to record and hope to have the wonderful Holly singing on. Went to bed tired and happy and had a long sleep.

Tuesday morning, woke to Neils cooking eggs bacon and fries. Then we had a problem. Heather lost her passport. As she flies home tomorrow, this is a big problem. We turned the house upside down, then phoned Gregg Schreiber to turn the bunkhouse upside down. Still no sign of the passport. Online to the British Embassy, downloaded forms, but was unable to contact them to fix an appointment - no online facility and the phone service just looped and got nowhere. So Holly drove Heather to Washington, to the Embassy. And after some humming and hah-ing, they agreed to sort her, gave her an emergency, one trip only passport and cancelled her other one. So she can fly tomorrow.

And we were still able to go to the Reston-Herndon folk club, where amongst many others, Tom Paxton has performed. It s in the back room of a restaurant who's entrance looks like a juke box. The menu was about an inch thick - but I knew what I wanted - burger and fries. And a very good burger it was too. The place was full, and the autoharpers took it over. Cathy first, with Neils and then duetting with Heather. Heather played two tunes - Hawkers Dream, my favourite. Then I did John Hurt, Albatross, and Will the Angels. Then Neal and Coleen did the Remembering Song and my favourite Crossing the Bar - heard that so many times this trip! I think we all went down well, but I had to leave with Neal and Coleen at half I e, to get to Greencastle to their fabulous home. I have never seen so many objects laying around that I thought "Ooh that's nice!" "Oooh look at that!" And "How on earth do you collect so many CDs and so much vinyl!" A tour of the outside awaits tomorrow, then I start recording. Better get some sleep.

Monday, 1 July 2013

Day Nine - Farewell to MLAG

My new harp bag


The mother of pearl decal
D'Aigle Cascade chromatic



Very sad day. 

First really sunny hot day with a slight breeze and no sense of rain. Breakfast - coffee and a muffin now my milk for cornflakes has run out - then joined the gospel jam at 10. Lead by John and Kathie, various people were called out to lead Gospel songs. I gave them Will the Angels Play Their harps For Me - and it went down very well. I really feel so much warmth from so many people. One kind lady, a preacher, offered to help me out with funds to come back next year - seriously. This had the effect of making me consider this issue. I cannot see me returning. I miss Gill, and it is not fair on her to spend all of this money just on me. She would not come. She would hate camping, would get claustrophobic on the plane, would be ill with the heat and would have nothing to do for seven days. I see this as a once in a lifetime trip, literally. Which is very sad.

Then another great concert. John and Heidi - love the relationship those two have - did Rose of my Heart. Carey did Crossing the Bar!! Already I am in tears. Tina Barr did a rousing set. Then Neal closed. We all stood in a circle, held hands, and sang Family Reunion(?). Well, they sang. I was sobbing too much to sing.

What was needed was two hours of hard work, packing the stage, taking down the jam tent, clearing up generally. So I did that and got to ride in the back of Greggs pickup truck- the full American experience. Then a nap before dinner at six. Some jamming now, more later.

Very good jam from about 9 to 11, love Rick Fitzgeralds voice and guitar work. Final goodbyes and goodnight Mountain Laurel.

Day Eight - Saturday morning coming down


I felt too embarrassed and guilty to go out of my popup last night. I just couldn't face everyone, still don't really feel I belong in the company of these people, but also couldn't sleep. I just lay beneath the stars, playing my Autoharp, thanking the Lord for my fingers.

This morning I woke late and still a little tearful. I can't walk a step without people coming up and congratulating me - Hey! I'm British, I don't get praise! Sat in on Harvey Reid's workshop on amplification, but he was trying to show the differences between his pickup, Lavalliere mic, his own mic, the stage mic, each played through the stage system or his amp, in combination, with or without a ground lifter, with different forms of equalisation ......sorry, he lost me at Lavalliere. Working on how I get everything home. I have bought a double Blue Heron carry on bag and will take my two new harps in that as carry on. Pete assures me he has never had a problem there. The old harps will go in my case as before. I need some form of valuation from Pete to get it through customs, he has agreed to value it at $2000, making $5000 total I will be bringing in - at 20% duty. So then the only problem is carrying them, a shoulder bag and my case through the underground and the train system. Not looking forward to that.

Today, sing with Cathy soon, lunch duty, workshop on how to make a CD with Eileen Kozloff, then I give a workshop on the dance tunes I have. Going now to try to practice those with Ian.

All is good. Cathy's singing workshop was fun. My workshop went fine - except Americans don't know that Humpty Dumpty has a tune!  Concert this evening was again excellent. Really enjoyed Carey Dubbert's Jesu Joy, Tom Schroeder's Pachelbel and Hewlett combo, Katseyes Music in My Mothers House, and Harvey Reid's My heart is full of love - which for the first few times I heard as My heart is full o' flour! Had a good jam with Doofus afterwards. Bed about 12.30, listening to some jamming till nearly two.


Day Seven - The Contest (contd)


OK. Pinch me. When I wake up will I still be Third Place Winner at Mountain Laurel 2013?

I went in the room to draw numbers at 7.20 and my heart sank. Cindy Harris, Cathy Britell, Doug Pratt, Bonnie Phipps, Tom Fladmark, Michael Poole, Drew Smith, Robert Grappell, Kim Goodhue, Vicky Lehman and Muriel Powers - who had done an amazing set in the Open Stage - amongst the 16 competitors. Some of the giants of the Autoharp were in this competition, and very few were missing. So what did I expect? I knew it would be like this. Sixteen competitors, I drew number 8. Come my time, I started with Dylan's Dopvals and messed up the start. Got through it only OK. Also messed the start of Fields of Gold, but it was marginally better than OK, I knew I had a good arrangement and it worked well. But after the first round, I had myself 7th or 8th. So did Holly. 

But, to my amazement, my number was called for the second round. My jaw was on the floor, I could not believe it. But I got to play again. So I went for it. And I have only just realised I actually played Great Uncle Henry in the wrong key! I played in D when I had practiced in G!! But, I went for it, and it worked. Then  Albatross - I was in the zone, eyes closed and the music was just pouring out of me. I knew I stood a chance. But not against Cindy, or Bonnie Phipps. Cindy's pieces were majestic, rhythmical and lyrical. Bonnie's pieces were just out of this world. She took Autoharp playing to a whole new level, I have never heard anything as musical on an Autoharp, and we all knew who the winner was after the last piece she played. But, in the opinion of the judges,  I beat Drew Smith, and Tom Fladmark in the final of Mountain Laurel 2013.

Now how do I get four harps home?


Day Seven - The Contest


Very late night as Cindy's singing jam lasted till three am - but I didn't want it to end! Maggie Dodds and Eileen Kozloff in particular, singing songs, some of which I knew. I should have joined them but I needed rest. Which I didn't really get. I was up at 7.30 to reserve Heather a place in the Open Mic, which was oversubscribed and Nadine could not get signed in. Hope she does so tomorrow.

Spent some of the morning getting a private lesson with Drew Smith and his amazing Autoharp. 47 strings! 22 chord bars, arranged in two rows! Chromatic, but the extra strings are really close doubles! You will love him at Sore Fingers, but be prepared to stretch those hands, and I would think a chromatic harp will be essential. Then played a little with Ryan Hulin before he had to fly home today, missing the contest. Then had to rudely chuck him out so I got some time to practice, and so far it is going very well indeed, the harp is sounding better than ever and surprisingly keeping its tuning in this heat. It is hot again, after the torrential rain yesterday. For the rest of the day, lunch, take Kathy Wieland's songwriting workshop, practice some more, watch Heather in her Open Stage, a light supper and draw numbers for the contest at 7pm. I have been working on the pieces for months, I have got a really good sound with them, I am going out to enjoy playing. Drew Smith told me he will be in it as well - but he has not decided yet what tunes to play!

To be continued.....

Day Six - Open Stage



Signed up for 4.50. Despite having no working harps at present. Pete's fixes exposed other problems when I tried to jam last night. One song and I came away. But I have given them back to Pete and he has fixed them again, so I am happy again. Having no harps this morning, I missed Heidi's workshop on French Canadian tunes, which is a shame, but I was able to spend quality time instead with my new harp. I am discovering which songs work with it and which don't - basically I think anything I sing in F or G I can do with few problems in E. Songs in D are fifty- fifty, and those I sing in C are probably a no. Tunes are tricky. I only seem to have one usable octave at the moment, and it sounds a bit like a tenor harp, which fits my singing well, but doesn't have the angelic sounds of the high tinkles - top note is a doubled B, and all the top notes are doubled. This means that I cannot do the variations I use on some tunes, and also that some notes are in the wrong place, so I have to relearn. But it is GORGEOUS!

Very happy with Pete's new fixes. I served at lunch again - it is a good way of getting my face known, though I think Gill will be amazed that I spend such a long time each day being nice to people - then I sat in at a slow jam, and was one of several people hauled out to lead a song - "Hand me down my walking cane" is my default for these situations. Ryan Hulin was another who came forward, good to see, and I was impressed with his playing. Then I sat in at the start of Tina Louise Barr's 12 bar blues workshop - but I am afraid I was very rude and left when I realised that I could already do what she was doing. She was very good, and I loved her performances, but I didn't need what she was teaching, and I did need to play my new harp. So I waited for the lull in yet another thunderstorm, and came back to a slightly soggy popup - I had left the skylight open, not a good idea - where I am now sitting, tuning and practicing for my Open Stage in two hours time. But the rain is coming down so hard on the roof of the popup that I cannot hear my harp at all!

I had to make a mad dash for the Hall and got soaked. Neal says this will probably go down in the annals as the wettest MLAG ever. But my performance was good. First performance of the new harp. Lots of people came up after to congratulate me. Neils was good enough to take a video, which is now on YouTube here. I wore the Union Jack T shirt! Supper was chili pork. What have Americans got against potatoes? Maybe I will get to jam tonight.

Concert was amazing! Tom Fladmark was justly inducted into the Hall of Fame to tremendous applause. Heidi and John did a lovely set, followed by Katseye. Wow. Suffice it to say I went and bought two of their CDs straight away. Then Tom Schroeder. Words fail me. Sheer musical brilliance. Then Harvey Read closed with his beautiful and exceeding talented partner, both in voice and fiddle playing. Their rendition of "Maggie" was one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. 

Back to get some Internet time, send some messages, and play three or four songs with Michael Poole and Holly. But it got too wet for me, and I went to bed just after midnight. Have to be early in the queue for the Open Stage tomorrow, to sign Heather in! Then a day of practice, and attend at least one workshop - Kathy Wieland on songwriting. I have also offered a soapbox workshop on English Dance Tunes, 3.30 Saturday, so must prepare for that.

Day five - MLAG Registration day


Really good nights sleep, quite cool and nice. Final three hours with Carey, and some excellent tunes learned. Then a salad lunch with the lovely Holly which I needed to set me up for a hard workout in the afternoon, helping to set the stage up. I read through the Autoharp Hall of Fame boards and had a real lump in  my throat. I need to take some pics, will try to do that now.

OK, some snapshots taken. Pete has arrived with my new harp, but has not unpacked yet. I am trying very hard to be patient! Coleen was very taken with her print - she chose the onions, which means the Bee is in the silent auction, priced at $50. Now for the first catered meal, I have signed up to be a server.

Well that was fun! One shell or two , Sir? Pasta shells - but not as we know them! About four inches long, stuffed with cheese and herbs. With a salad and veg. Fine. Then the introduction, the Peacock Princess bringing on the peacock and enshrining her. Don't ask.
Then the concert of the Board members, compered throughout hilariously by Ivan Stiles. Such a wonderful sense of humour. Neal and Coleen, Gregg Schreiber, Maggie Dodd, Mike Herr, Rick Fitzgerald - a wonderful evenings entertainment. Now ready for jamming.

The good news is Pete thinks he has fixed both harps. Lots of tweaks on the GD but nothing major, he just got it ready for the contest - which I have signed up for. He will think about replacing the top later maybe. So I can go jamming now. I also have what I think of as my Mums last gift to me, along with this trip. My new single key E harp. D'Aigle Cascade in Bubinga and Alaskan Cedar with gorgeous mother of pearl lines. It is just beautiful and already sounds good. When it is played in, it will sound even better. But when I heard the low E and the pentatonic bar I fell in love. I can't jam with it of course, so it will sit patiently until I can spend some time with it. Walking up the hill tonight, the skies were clear and the stars were out. Almost Heaven, Pennsylvania.

Day four - first workshop with Carey Dubbert



So when all the birds in the forest decide they want to sing, there is no point shouting "Shut up!". Even to the one who goes "honk honk" - there is one in every choir. But I slept, about six hours I think, which is fine. It was even cold in the night - which was lovely! Mastered the mysteries of the shower block, had a coffee brought to me by Mommy Holly, even had some cornflakes, and am ready to face the day.

Which has so far been interesting. I got to the hall at nine, planning to be in plenty of time for a ten start - except it started at nine! Carey Dubbert is a charming gentleman who gave us some really interesting and useful exercises - playing melody with each finger in turn, including the little finger, was particularly revealing, in that a) I can do it and b) it actually sounds good and accurate with the ring finger especially. And coming after Karens workshop - two fingers only - this was a bit disconcerting! Do I need to change what I am doing for the contest? No way now. Unfortunately, Carey did not take us today as far as I would personally have hoped. I know how I play Fanny Powers and am probably not going to change now. It was interesting that, like Karen, he too stressed the importance of playing closed chording before moving to open.

A huge thunderstorm had me scurrying back to my popup to close all the windows before it hit at about 3.30.  Fortunately it does seem waterproof, and the air has cleared a bit. But I will have to sleep zipped up maybe, as if it rains when I am unzipped, I will be flooded. Still seeing amazing wildlife - a huge yellow and pink moth, a hornets nest, several really pretty birds - but the most interesting one is probably the stink bug! Why did nobody warn me of these?

Out for a good Chinese meal. Can't believe I was sat at a table with George Orthey, Neal and Coleen Walters, John and Heidi Cerrigione, Gregg Averett, Carey Dubbert and Rick Fitzgerald. Now 8.30 - after a long chat with Nadine and Ian, and meeting Lucille Reilly again, we have just had another thunderstorm warning, so have had to get in the popup and zip everything up tight. Maybe read a book, play a little harp, and get an early night.

Day three - MLAG AT LAST



Great breakfast of sausage and egg from Neils, then we packed Holly's RV and car. Cathy drove Heather and myself in the car while Holly drove the RV, about four hours North to Newport PA. passing Gettysburg, Three Mile Island and Allentown - everywhere you look in America there is a song. Beautiful country. We stopped on the way for a steak sub and fries - healthy food is not really an option, see what I had for dinner later.

Then I arrived at the Mountain Laurel  campsite to find my popup. More of a let down really. I have a bed, a roof over me and a light that works. Nothing else. No sink, no water, no fridge, no aircon. And it is HOT! Boy is it hot! I am running with sweat and have to drink gallons. And it is a humid heat, not dry like in France. Neal and Coleen found me a fan, then Holly drove us into town to buy ice and a cool box, and gave me water, lots of it! On the way back we stopped for two of the most enormous and delicious pizzas I have ever seen, then we made a pilgrimage to holy ground. The site of the first workshop making autoharps. The original site of Mountain Laurel. The home of George Orthey. And I met him, and he punched me! There was a mozzy on my shoulder, so he said! I went into the bunkhouse where Heather was sleeping, and saw the pictures of the Carters and Stonemans and Mike Fenton on the walls. And I saw fireflies, loads of them in the woods! Add these to the red cardinals, humming bird, huge butterflies, wild swathes of day lilies, deer and chipmunks I have already seen - what a wonderful land.

Back to the popup, try to make some sense of it. Apart from anything else, it seems to be unstable - if I move to one end it rocks alarmingly. And the ice in the cool box melts and runs all over the floor because of the way it is tilted. But I am so chuffed to be here, nothing matters. Some jamming, I got to play a tune to Cindy Harris, Cathy and Nadine, and then joined a group who had a book of about 300 songs that they were working from - all in G apparently! Now 11pm, and in bed. Sweating. No way will I sleep. At least tomorrow I will be in the hall with air conditioning.