Posted by bj on Monday, November 30, 2009
Spent the evening with Jane at her house on Saturday night, which always means playing music together for at least a part of the time.
We played, on and off, for almost two hours, interspersed with some catching up, and Jane reminiscing about her punk rock days. Busking season being over, and cold weather setting in has put her back in Electric Guitar Mode for awhile, a seasonal change of direction for her that seems to happen every late fall, so her punk rock orientation is a natural offshoot of that change.
What that means for me is that playing OT with her gets even more interesting than usual.
Though she's learned very well to focus when she needs to, when she's havin' fun and doesn't need to focus with the same laser intensity, then she could dang well be the Poster Child for ADHD. Mostly this pertains to the instrument she decides fits with whatever I happen to be playing. So she'll start on banjo, decide it doesn't have the right sound, throw it down, while telling me to "Keep Playin!!!!", which I do, while wondering what she's going to drag out next. At one point she put a pickup on the back of the banjo and tried putting it through the effects pedal.
At another point she yelled "Keep Playin'!!!!" as she switched to a classical parlor sized guitar (HEAVENLY tone despite a body that looked like it had gone under a truck tire!)
Then she decided to add a foot powered tambourine, so she yelled "Keep Playin'!!!!" and attached one to her stompin' foot. Only to decide it wasn't the right tambourine, so she yelled "Keep Playin'!!!!" and switched to a different tambourine.
But the tambourine wasn't quite right. So she yelled "Keep Playin'!!!!" and switched to a hi-hat cymbal.
This switching went on most of the time we were playing. Which means that we played only maybe three OT tunes during the time we played, though I also did some fiddle weaving through her various breaks into punk rock mode.
Another curve Jane often throws me is to sing lyrics from one tune when I'm playing another. I can't remember which lyrics she was singing, but it sure wasn't what normally gets sung to Old Yeller Dog Trottin' Through The Meetinghouse (which is none., to my knowledge, though I can hear strains of "Old Gray Mare" in the A part of that tune.)
I'm getting more and more adept at fielding any curve she throws at me. And laughing out loud while I'm catchin' 'em!
Monday, November 30, 2009 @11:02:47 AM
Boy, you do have some fun times out there in Pennsylvania! C
Monday, November 30, 2009 @11:24:19 AM
I think that bj is having too much fun!
Monday, November 30, 2009 @11:27:39 AM
Is there such a thing as having "too much fun!"???
Ozarkian DL Says:
Monday, November 30, 2009 @12:06:55 PM
LOL.....u 2 remind me of tha baseball catcher & pitcher out of sinc. on tha signals given :-) . FUN....at's all at matters.
Monday, November 30, 2009 @12:31:56 PM
okay here's the skinny on what BJ descibed: ya know how Simon & Flapdoodle meshed 'scarborough fair' with 'canticle', sang the two songs at once, concurrently?...well when BJ was fiddling Tombigbee River Waltz, I realized her version mighta been what The Band swiped for their song 'Evangeline', so I began to play and sing that song agaist BJ's sawing....then, she was fiddling something else--forget what tune it was--and realized that 'Delia' fit against it dandy...(the version of 'Delia' that I learned mostly from Bob Dylan's wonderful solo-acoustic 'i recorded it out in the garage, time to get back to aw-to-heck-with-it' "basics" album 'World Gone Wrong. 'World Gone Wrong' and it's 'sister' disc ''Good As I Been To You'. Those two discs were, IMO the start of Bob's re-remembering How To Do It Up Right and thus his revitalized music & vision of the last 20 years or so.....and yes, I KNOW that the proper name of the 'act' was Simon & Garfunkel', but 'Simon & Flapdoodle' sounds LIGHT YEARS better, don't it?
Monday, November 30, 2009 @12:37:32 PM
You were singing Delia against Old Yeller Dog Trottin' Through The Meetinghouse.
Monday, November 30, 2009 @12:38:39 PM
oops, another thing: 'punk rock' and OT music are ONE and THE SAME THING....which is why them two thangs been the constants in my entire lifetime of music-making....three chords and the truth...ensemble-groove rather than 'star' soloist...short and sweet...front-porch DIY attitude...stomping out the demons....let's have us a wing ding...it's no coincidence that the only surviving Ramone now leads an OT band. He just got tired of hauling them amps and drums around...or that the Freighthoppers immediately attracted the ear-radar of garage rockers everywhere...ONE TWO THREE FOUR, let's careen some...gabba gabba hey y'all.
Monday, November 30, 2009 @7:55:20 PM
Monday, November 30, 2009 @8:00:22 PM
An Iowa Cornhusker who knows . . . Yiddish?
Monday, November 30, 2009 @9:39:03 PM
No, not yiddish. Where was you when the late 70's happened, BJ?...OY! was a commonly-hollered shout-out in early punk band noise, kinda like 'Yo' or 'Whuhwah' was in James Brown funkalicious stuff. Especially the brit punk bands. OI! Oi! Punk bands were full of inspiring deeply-poetic lyrics, right up there with the most-literate and sensitive singer-songwriters (what can be found at cozy bistros with the candle-drip'd chianti beatnik wine bottles). Stuff like "hey ho, let's go!". Okay, I'm being silly. Much of the fun of SOME punk stuff was the total lack of 'deep meaning' lyrics...no psychedelic rainbow prism claptrap lyrics either...it tended towards 'street' plainspeak or, if literate, surprising 'je nous un otre' artsy-fartsy but smartass lyrics such as tom verlaine and patti smith cobbled up. Or just wondrous nonsensical-but-sounds-good shouted stuff, right up there with the Great Titles Of Fiddle Tunedom. Stuff like "I fell into the arms of Venus De Milo". The Mumps had a great song, contained the immortal verse: "I bought you that sofa/you wanted for years/but now that you got it/you're crying crocodile tears....and the Cramps, art -school smartypants rockabilly lunatics they, stole the title of Marcel Duchamp's 'Nude Descending A Staircase' and mutated it into the title for one of their swamp-surf rockabilly wacko songs: "Bare Naked Chick Falling Down The Stairs." Juvenile and goofy yes, but ANYTHING was better in the 70's than those Eagles songs about rock star cocaine hot tub california lava lamps giving 'em the world-weary woe-is-me blues. Plus punk was simpler and rarely more than 3 minutes long. I just got done listening to a pile of fave 45 rpm records on headphones. Not punk. Assorted top 40 hits, many genres, many eras, wide variety. Roy Orbison, Raspberries, Hollies, latter-career Cliff Richard, Stylistics, Solomon Burke, ABBA, Ozark Mountain Daredevils, Pet Shop Boys, Baltimore, Smokey Robinson, The Essex, The Radiants. AMAZING how many of the best tracks were over-and-out in under two minutes & thirty seconds. Chock-full of licks and gimmicks and hooks, everything VERY TIGHTLY played, all of the elements musically bonafide, nothing wasted, every darn moment in the song, something happening that relentlessly pushes the song forward....but then 'serious rock' and 'concept albums' happened and the world's been going downhill ever since, every yahoo with a guitar assuming that every foggy-notion song they ever 'write' gotta be twelve minutes long with choirs, fuzzy guitar concertos and fifteen pages of explanatory essays about Deep Thoughts they been having about the import of it all. When that stuff began happening it was obvious that Satan had taken over. Then it got worse! Bands began to thank their CATERERS in the liner notes!! I liked things a lot better when liner notes were nonsense like 'Biff's favorite color is red and he's fond of camping when not taking his finacee Sally to the drive-in" or 'Produced By Timmy Tempo, Hollywood, California 9746. Recorded in Super-Vivid Hi-Fi Simulated Mono. Patent Pending"
A pressing plant in Memphis (which at times accounted for EVERY dang record in the top 100) had real truth-in-advertising in its name: Plastic Products Inc.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 @4:28:40 AM
Where was I in the later 70's? Living in a treehouse in The County in Maine.
Ozarkian DL Says:
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 @7:56:12 AM
Stuck in tha 70's.....spinnin ur wheels & enjoyin it....YUP, downhill ever since. U "ROCK" Jane & BJ.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 @8:02:19 AM
Luvs ya, Oz!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 @11:54:09 AM
BJ - When are you going to throw a party? I want to drive up from Atlanta and meet you and Jane Paints. This sounds like a total hoot!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 @12:05:23 PM
Girls know how to have fun . . . Cyndi almost got it right!
Anytime you wanna drive up from Atlanta, Judy, we'll have us a wingding!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009 @12:55:50 PM
Jane, you really must blog more. Always entertaining! Bj, it sounds like you werew quite the goodsport!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009 @10:17:07 PM
Us fiddlin girls know how to make our own fun. :) Sounds like a great time BJ.
Ozarkian DL Says:
Thursday, December 3, 2009 @7:38:05 PM
I'd hop a train....take a plane...go by bus...ride my ass jus ta git thar . :-)
Thursday, December 3, 2009 @7:52:59 PM
Put some melody to those words, Oz . . . oh, wait . . .
Sunday, December 6, 2009 @2:32:01 PM
Bj, Jane said it way better than I could've. And, yes, punk not yiddish. Not that there's anything wrong with that :-)
Oh, and we do have corn, but Nebraska has the 'huskers.
Sunday, December 6, 2009 @2:38:18 PM
oops. Sounds like I'd get lost out there in flyover country . . . ;-)
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