Thursday, July 31, 2014
I admit it; I’m not an experienced listener of Irish music. The only Irish bands I can think of are the Chieftains and The Masters of Tradition - oh, and Flogging Molly, but they’re from the USA. Heck, I’ve never even seen Riverdance. So, as you can see I haven’t the slightest clue about the music. Sure, I’m not unfamiliar with music in general, and I have a great appreciation of musicianship. Never-the-less, you’ve been warned.
A couple of weeks ago David sent me a copy of his newest CD the eighteen Moloney. I’ve listened to little else since I got it in the mail. It’s a solo recording with David playing the uilleann pipes - and what an exciting recording it is!
The title of the album comes from the chanter he’s using for the recording. It was made before the Great Famine in Co. Clare by Andrew and Thomas Moloney. From what I’ve read it’s been used by some pretty notable players throughout history, and it was referred to as the 18 Moloney. So, it would be like playing a mandolin that had been used by Bill Monroe, Jethro Burns, and Dave Apollon.
So, history aside, how was the recording?
There are places of peace in this recording. There are places where you’ll tap your foot and want to dance. There are, as well, melodies that energize me; I feel stronger - maybe even braver - just by listening. It’s hard to explain, and maybe I shouldn’t try, but there are musical lines among these tunes that move me emotionally - not sadness, but it’s as if the music reaches ancient or genetic memories. So, like I said, it’s hard to explain. There are truly ancient tones on this recording.
If you’re a fan of Irish music, then you will - without a doubt - enjoy the eighteen Moloney. If you're a fan of a skilled musician doing what he does best, you'll enjoy this recording.
Check out the sample below, and then visit David's website to order your copy.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Now I hope you'll sign up for my Old-Time Banjo Class. I won't lie to you, I need the students. I will, over the course of the week, share with you all sorts of ideas that you'll be able to use right away. I'll share things that you can use later. It'll be fun! I promise.
I know you all don't play banjo, but there are flat picking guitar classes, fiddling, hammered dulcimer, finger picking guitar and old time singing - and that's just the week I'm there. The next week there is even more to choose from. Heck, go both weeks; a lot of people do that. Really, I wouldn't pull your leg about it.
So, I'm just going to count on you being there. Follow this link: Steve Kaufman's Acoustic Kamp
Thursday, December 19, 2013
He grew into a giant of a dog. At three years old he weighed well over a hundred pounds and his shoulders stood almost as high as my waist. Despite being partially lame in his front left leg due to some nerve damage from a vaccination, he was unbelievably strong and quick.
He loved people, attention, and riding in the car. He loved the other animals and once even helped a rescue another dog that was trapped in a pen once (In his mind I know he thought it was for the best). He became instant pals with everyone he met. There wasn't an ounce of meanness in him.
Monday, though, I got a call. Spot had been shot. Spot was dying.
What? Who? Why?
None of that mattered. We all knew Spot wasn't long for this world.
Some miserable soulless minion of evil shot Spot through the gut with what could have only been a round from a hunting rifle. Yet, despite being mortally wounded - despite losing so much blood - he made his way back to the only home he had ever known. I'm convinced he knew his time was over. He kept his eyes on my mom the whole time - as if maybe he was worried about her, or maybe hoping she could somehow fix his horrible wound. He died there in the arms of those that loved him.
It was truly a senseless act that has affected all of our lives - none more than my son Samuel's. Samuel was Spot's boy. They were brothers. They loved each other with no conditions. Hours were spent running, wrestling, playing hide and seek and just lying together to rest. How is a boy that's only thirteen to begin to forgive someone for taking the life of a best friend? Did the shooter realize, or even care, that a brave child would be the one to cover Spot's eyes when Animal Control administered the injections to release Spot from his agony caused by such a cowardly action? Only time will tell how this horrific event will change my son.
How am I supposed to guide my son when the very core of my soul is enraged? It's all I can do to channel my emotion to remembering Spot's contribution to our lives. He was just a big old goofy dog. He wasn't a lick smart, but he was one of us. I also realize that no amount of retribution will bring him back to us, but I'm still angry enough to admit that I'd immediately return the action to the contemptible miscreant that took Spot's life so ruthlessly if I thought for a second that it would return Spot to us unharmed.
---A letter to Spot---
I know you're happy. I can only imagine how strong and fast you are now with your leg all fixed up. Oh, I'm also sure you've found Kat and Nibbles. Tell them they're thought of often.
We all miss you.
Your little buddy Wally-Dog won't know what to do without you taking him on hikes through the woods. Molly and Callie (those silly cats) are going to miss you being around. Dad probably won't get much rest for a while, because you won't be there beside him, and Mom will miss your company during the day. Tina will certainly miss you poking your big head in the car when she was coming or going. Samuel is missing you quite a bit - I think it will be a long while before his heart heals.
Please try not to worry about us, and most of all, don't feel guilty. I know you were probably thinking you messed up, but this wasn't something that you had any control over. We all know how frightened you were of guns, and would have run at the very sight of one. So it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. You were just playing in the woods.
We still love you. We won't forget you, and soon our thoughts of you will be of all the good times we had.
Oh, and Spot, next time I see you I promise that we'll take a much needed nap. Yes, with you on my lap; I wouldn't have it any other way.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Once upon a time I had written and saved a couple of long diatribes regarding things not to do at contests. However, because of your apparent good fortune, they seem to be lost in cyberspace.
One day I might try to recreate some of that, but until I get really bored I'm not going to even try. However, I can offer some common sense ideas that may or may not make a difference.
Before I start, I'd like to preface this with the information that I have, indeed, played quite a few contests. I've won a handful, and totally stunk up even more. In the process I learned some things. I've also had several opportunities to judge quite a few contests too, and hopefully I can offer you something from the judges perspective.
Choose some songs from your repertoire (four or five would be ideal). Make sure those tunes are ones you know upside down and backwards. I know that seems obvious, but I've seen contestants play tunes they just didn't know well enough to play under the scrutiny of judging.
The question regarding what songs to play comes up a lot. There's no right or wrong here, but there are considerations. Have the judges heard this song a blue-zillion times? If so, I'd probably skip that one. Is it something you don't already know? I'd skip that too. The last thing you need is to have a tune that is "new". I look for tunes that are "different" but not strange. I want the judges to be able to identify it. There are plenty of other things to think about here - and as you get more involved you'll think of plenty reasons to ditch tunes, add others, etc.. Again, I'd hope that the songs you select are ones you're already very comfortable with.
Now that you've picked out your tunes you'll need original arrangements. No, not from that tab book... no, not that recording either - put the video away too. You didn't think you could sneak that note for note arrangement of Sammy Shelor's Earnest T Grass by a competent judge did you? The judges will know. They do listen to stuff. Most of them are students of the music - just like you. That means they're still admiring and listening to all the cool players. Uh oh, can't use someone's canned break... now what? Create your own. Sorry. No easy answers here. You just have to do it. It takes time, it takes effort. It takes getting around players much better than you and listening to their arrangements and figuring out what you can assimilate without being a clone.
Now... do that 3 or 4 more times.
Once you've got the tunes arranged and practiced, keep polishing. Play them a lot - it's more than you think - once a day ain't nearly enough. You need to play them over and over. Record them. Listen to the recordings. Practice with the metronome. Listen. Practice, practice, practice. Play for friends, neighbors, the cat, play them for anyone that will listen. Heck, come play them for me; I'd be glad to make you nervous and critique your playing.
Day of the Contest
Sign up and get a copy of the rules. Read the rules. It's a good idea to follow them - enforced or not. I've seen players win and lose on technicalities. Don't be a technicality. Know when and where you're supposed to be. Relax - whatever it takes here is fine by me for the most part. Hopefully you'll have practiced and played enough that you won't be worried or nervous about the songs. You will be nervous about the contest though; that's to be expected. Try not to barf.
Some people like to check out the other competitors; I never do. Last thing I need to do is psyche myself out. I generally stay by myself and warm up. If you have someone accompanying you, warm up with them.
Draw your number. Get called. Go pick. Play what you rehearsed, and try not to bore, irritate, or annoy the judges. You're done now. You can exhale. Go hangout with the other folks. Check out the jams, watch the contest, whatever.
Did you win? Did you place? Did you bomb? Who cares? What I hope you did was have fun. That's that main thing. Play the contests because they're fun. Play them because you like to play. Don't worry too much about the outcome. That sort of thing isn't too productive. There's not a contest that goes by that someone doesn't complain about the outcome. It's not always like you expect it, but if you went in expecting exact science from a banjo contest, well, shoot, you get what you deserve.
Oh, don't be a whiner - especially to the judges. I love talking to the competitors after the contest - especially when they're genuinely looking for help or advice. Do remember that judges are people - like you. (I remember an event where a mother of a player gave me serious grief because she was convinced that I didn't have a clue about music, because if I did I'd have certainly given much higher marks to her kid... sigh.)
Just be a good sport. Make friends with as many people as you can, and practice a bunch for next year!
tl;dr - Play Something You Know!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Sometimes I wish things were better But most times I'd settle for different Just to know that the day that's waiting for me Ain't the same one that I just spent
That really summed it up for me at the time too. I knew, though, that finally casting off that horrible job and pursuing my dream would only be better for everyone that had to be around me. Better times are coming. My mind is finally starting to heal. I love my family. I know they love me. Are you happy? If not, let me encourage you to make a change. You can do it. Do you have peace of mind? No? Make a change. You can do it. Is your family close? No? Make a change now. Yes, you can. One more thing...
It’s better to have a short life that is full of what you like doing, than a long life spent in a miserable way. - Alan Watts
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
"I want to be as good as... What should I be practicing?"
The questions go on and on. They're all about the same too. I see them posted online. I hear them from students. Truthfully, they're fair questions. I mean really, just how does one get to a level where others hear you play and stand in amazement? What is it that sets apart our heroes?
I was talking to a young banjo player this past weekend and it came to me in a way that I could explain it - I think.
I just don't think it's a matter of acquiring knowledge. Just simply knowing things isn't going to turn you into an artist. I'd even go as far as saying that even being able to play scales, understanding modes, learning tons of tunes, getting the fingerboard under control, and more won't get you very far toward becoming a musician/artist of the caliber you're looking for.
I'm not saying that it'll hurt to know all of those things, but I've come to realize that those are not the main things that you'll need to know.
I also don't think it's just a matter of practicing the fundamentals, or even having a good understanding of even what those might be.
What is it then? Good question. While enough practice to get a solid grasp of how to actually "work" the instrument is incredibly important, there's still something else you'll need to get to the next level.
For me it's been the pursuit of creating things, and honing the craft of creativity.
I'm convinced that even moderate technical ability such as I have combined with the craft of creativity is key to attaining some high level of artistry.
Think of it like this. Let's say I learn how to make a step stool in wood shop. I could take those plans and build more, and each one would progressively get better. I'd get quicker, and the step stools would look nicer. Yet, they'd still just be normal step stools. Getting beyond the norm would require a bit of creativity. I'm sure those first "creative step stools" might not be so great, but the more I create the better I'll get.
TL;dr -- Practice creativity. :)
Thursday, August 02, 2012
I was suitably impressed that I was asked to go. I wasn't even sure I would be able to learn the material or get a feel for the band, but why not?
It was also a great opportunity to play with a bona fide the bluegrass legend: Curtis Blackwell. I learned a lot. It was also a great opportunity to re-explore the music I was listening to when I first began learning to play the banjo. It was an experience I won't soon forget. Curtis knows hundreds of songs that he can call at a moment's notice. I was also blown away by the power of his rhythm playing. It should go without saying that his vocals were no less than astonishing.
So, how about the trip? Okay, I'll get on with it.
We arrived in Ireland on June 12th. It was chilly, and nothing at all like late Spring in Georgia. We landed in Dublin and then made our way, via bus, to Belfast where we would play the first of twelve jobs. We were greeted in Belfast by my friend Mark McCluney and then later by our agent Nigel Martyn. Mark took us to supper then we went back to the hotel and rested up.
Our show in Belfast was exciting. The crowd loved the music maybe as much as I loved playing it. It was, of course, my first time to play in another country.
We did get to do a bit of sight seeing. Since all of our shows were in the evening we usually had a bit of daytime that we could use to get out and see Ireland. I tried to take a bunch of photos.
I hope to go back to Ireland again.
With over 30 years of experience performing and teaching banjo I am eager to share my music with you.
I'm also available for your school or community event where I can introduce the banjo and present a fun program that demonstrates a variety of banjo styles.
More Detail than you probably want:
I started playing banjo in 1977. I'm self taught... the old fashion way. I'm a firm supporter now of the listen and learn approach. I've ruined many records and needles by trying to hit that particular spot in a tune I was learning.
From the beginning I loved teaching others to play the banjo. I've had as many as 50 students a week. One of the greatest opportunities as a banjo teacher came when some of my articles were accepted and used by Banjo Newsletter in an article titled "The Workshop." I've taught a variety of banjo workshops including The Maryland Banjo Academy, Steve Kaufman's Acoustic Kamp, and Banjo Newsletter's SPBGMA Workshop.
While in college in the early 80's I took up playing the clawhammer style of banjo playing. I worked from a book I got from Grandpa Jones. I learned the basics and then spent hours trying to figure out Soldier's Joy from the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's Will The Circle Be Unbroken Album. Years later and many hours of practice I think maybe I finally understand the style.
I'm currently playing with, quite possibly, some of the best musicians in the world. The Lone Mountain Band, made up of Bobby Burns, Diana Phillips, Roy Curry and myself has been the most fun and challenging group I've ever worked with. I hope to see you at some of our shows!