I just found a cool video over at Banjo Hangout and I wanted to share it with you. I hate to say it, but I've really been neglecting my own banjo and I haven't been to any show in a long time. I decided to stop off at the Banjo Hangout to check out some videos and I came across this one that I thought was too cool not to post on my blog.
It is by a dude named Alex Harwell and he does a fantastic job playing Ruebens Train in clawhammer style. You gotta check it out.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
You Tube video bar
I just added the You Tube video on my blog. Be sure to check it on the left of my page. I like the first one about frailing the blues the best so far but I haven't even watched them all yet. Enjoy.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Pickin on the ol banjo
I was pickin away on my old banjo
when my wife came in and said, "It's time to go."
I said "Darlin are ya talkin to me?
cause there's no place else I'd rather be.
Pickin takes away the stress of the day,
that is what I've always known.
I could pick till my fingers wear down to the bone
and even by myself I would never be alone.
I pick sometimes in the evening, sometimes in the middle of the night.
It don't matter when I'm pickin, it makes the wrong all right.
If I'm rich or poor it don't matter, the banjo just don't care.
It don't even matter to my ol banjo if I've lost all my hair.
The work day is long and I feel beat,
I'll play my banjo then I'll eat.
When I'm full I'll take a nap
With that banjo on my lap.
Since I have been a banjo picker
I've done most of my picking alone
That way when I'm playing
Folks won't moan and groan.
A lame attempt at poetry, by Bryan Dix, unless I eventually put it to music then it will be a lame attempt at writing a song. (:
when my wife came in and said, "It's time to go."
I said "Darlin are ya talkin to me?
cause there's no place else I'd rather be.
Pickin takes away the stress of the day,
that is what I've always known.
I could pick till my fingers wear down to the bone
and even by myself I would never be alone.
I pick sometimes in the evening, sometimes in the middle of the night.
It don't matter when I'm pickin, it makes the wrong all right.
If I'm rich or poor it don't matter, the banjo just don't care.
It don't even matter to my ol banjo if I've lost all my hair.
The work day is long and I feel beat,
I'll play my banjo then I'll eat.
When I'm full I'll take a nap
With that banjo on my lap.
Since I have been a banjo picker
I've done most of my picking alone
That way when I'm playing
Folks won't moan and groan.
A lame attempt at poetry, by Bryan Dix, unless I eventually put it to music then it will be a lame attempt at writing a song. (:
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Merry Christmas and all that
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year etc, etc.
Yeah I have still been being very lame about posting to my banjo blog but I just have not had all that much going on from a music stand point. Oh cool, 5 pounds of possum just started playing as I started writing this. It's on 98.1 WBRF out of Galax, Va.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in and say once again that when I have more going on I will be posting about it. Happy Pickin!
Yeah I have still been being very lame about posting to my banjo blog but I just have not had all that much going on from a music stand point. Oh cool, 5 pounds of possum just started playing as I started writing this. It's on 98.1 WBRF out of Galax, Va.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in and say once again that when I have more going on I will be posting about it. Happy Pickin!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I left the whole world hangin'!
Wow. I did not mean to just stop posting to my beloved blog for a whole month but I sure did do it didn't I?
In the real world I own a solid surface countertop repair business and all of a sudden I found myself with no time to blog. When I did have the time my mind and body were so thankful to have the time that it never occured to me to sit down at the ol' email machine and type. Sorry about that.
Oh yeah, as for my trip to my grandmother's house, it was great. I got to see my Mom and Grandmother and my Uncle June(short for Junious). Of course the visit was too short but we got in a lot of good conversation and yes, I tortured them with my banjo. They seemed to really enjoy it but they are family so how would I know? Not really. When my grandmother smiles there is no doubt that it is for real and she did a lot of smiling and toe tapping.
I am going to try to post a little more regularly but I have to admit ahead of time that I may still be a little slack because I have a lot of work in my shcedule (thank goodness) and I don't have any more banjo excursions on the horizon. I'm sure something will pop up to post about thought.
In the real world I own a solid surface countertop repair business and all of a sudden I found myself with no time to blog. When I did have the time my mind and body were so thankful to have the time that it never occured to me to sit down at the ol' email machine and type. Sorry about that.
Oh yeah, as for my trip to my grandmother's house, it was great. I got to see my Mom and Grandmother and my Uncle June(short for Junious). Of course the visit was too short but we got in a lot of good conversation and yes, I tortured them with my banjo. They seemed to really enjoy it but they are family so how would I know? Not really. When my grandmother smiles there is no doubt that it is for real and she did a lot of smiling and toe tapping.
I am going to try to post a little more regularly but I have to admit ahead of time that I may still be a little slack because I have a lot of work in my shcedule (thank goodness) and I don't have any more banjo excursions on the horizon. I'm sure something will pop up to post about thought.
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