Video from the Mid-Atlantic Small Craft Festival
Clips from Friday and Saturday.
Back when the Depression hit (the one in the ’30s) my grandfather, my dad’s dad, hitched a mule and plow to a fence post in a field in Arkansas. He walked into the road, thumbed a ride with a trucker, and left home and never went back. According to his brothers, this made his father – who was known across three counties for epic rages – mad as hell.
Besides lying about his age to get into the army, among other things, he believed he could scrape together a living if he could play music. He taught himself to play fiddle and started a band. They travelled all over the country playing dance halls and pasture parties full of Oakies and other desperate displaced persons. When he noticed saxophone players were getting better-paying gigs, he taught himself sax and learned to swing. There was a faded black and white photo of him on the wall in the house, wearing a suit and a skinny tie on some stage in a barn in the mid-west, a framed playbill next to it.
By the time I was 12, he’d forgotten how to play most of the songs from those years, and most of the guys who knew them had died.That didn’t stop him and some local buddies from trying, though, after a they’d had a few beers. Eventually, there were only about four songs they could play drunk with a fiddle, a guitar, and a gut bucket. Sitting up with them late at night I learned them all.
“Goodnight Irene” was one of them.
Sea & Sky
Photos from Day 2 of the Mid-Atlantic Small Craft Festival
With so many photos I’ll post them in batches over several days, so check back for more.
The geese get started before sunrise. Then laughing gulls. Another calm morning, no wind expected until afternoon, so there was more time to walk the docks and look at boats. A good day for the paddlers.
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Blue Penny Quarterly ~ Summer 2013
Just finished up a big project. A fun one: the latest issue of Blue Penny Quarterly.
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Seventeen Year Cicada, midway through transformation
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A few days ago, the hatch of Magicicada Brood II began here in Virginia. These are the periodic cicadas on a 17 year cycle. It’s pretty amazing how many there are. They’re everywhere.
They’ve only started tuning up on their “singing” – in another week the noise will be deafening. Almost literally. At close range, a cicada can pump out 120 decibals. That’s enough to do permanent damage to your hearing.
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The girls came home from their separate away homes for the weekend. Amanda brought Paul, and we all had a little birthday get together. Storms knocked out the power again Friday night, but we happily made do with grilling and eating by candlelight. When the power finally back on, we just turned out the lights and kept going.
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- Click Play on a recording from somewhere in the world.
- Wait two or three measures.
- Click Play on another.
- Then perhaps another, so they overlap.
- Report back.