I woke up feeling sorry for myself in the freezing gymnasium. My whole body was cold, and especially my nose, which was the only thing I had sticking out of the sleeping bag ( a fella has to breathe). One of the first things I saw was some guy walking around in his underwear. “Holy s#!t” I thought. Maybe it’s just me being a big wimp when it comes to cold. Maybe Brits are used to this!? I thought we had it colder in Denmark. Most people I met going to the cafeteria seemed unshaken by the cold. When I was eating I started talking with Andy Eggers – an American fiddler living in London. One of the first things he mentioned is how cold he was during the night. Finally someone who shared my misery.
I headed off to the first workshop. Piedmont Pals, with Riley Baugus and Kirk Sutphin. Let’s just say, that all my grievances about the cold was totally removed from my mind. That 1,5 hour workshop made the whole trip worthwhile. Kirk and Riley talked about their lives, the musicians they knew and of course played a whole bunch of tunes. It was amazing. At one point I felt quite emotional. There was something in their music and their interaction that just encompassed everything I love about oldtime music. I felt like I was sitting next to Tommy and Fred. They were also great people and I talked a bit to Riley Baugus…who is one of the nicest people I have ever met.
The next workshop I decided to go to was Shape Note Singing. Now, I am not much of a singer…but I am willing to learn, and have a fascination for shape note singing and sacred harp. It was really quite fun and the teacher, Cath Tyler, was really good and knew how to make it fun. I really wish I could practice this some more here in Denmark. There seems to be a good scene in the UK.
The next part of the day is kind of a blur. There was a great deal of jamming involved. With Ed, Paul, Russell and many others whose names I sadly don’t know or remember. There were different contest. I thought about entering, but I guess I felt a bit too shy. The scratch band contest would have been fun though. You put your name in a hat, and bands are formed. A good way to mingle. But I missed out.
The evening concerts were repeats (of acts- not repertoire) of the Friday concerts. I have to admit I didn’t see them all. I needed to stay more active or I would fall asleep due to lack of sleep. I did see Riley Baugus and Ira Bernsteins show – Great, great stuff.
The rest of the day was spent jamming. Ed, Andy myself and some others (who I don’t remember the names of sadly) found a math room and jammed. Quite something jamming 4 fiddles and 2 banjos. Not many guitars around.
After the school closed everyone set sail for the changing rooms yet again. It wasn’t as cold as the evening before. So I stayed a bit later this time. But I am not really a fan of huge jams.
When I went to my sleeping bag, I was prepared…wearing more clothes, and slept a lot better.
Sunday was mainly spent just hanging out and talking to people. I did take and excellent workshop in Charlie Poole banjo style. Taught by Kinney Rorrer and Kirk Sutphin. It was a lot of fun, and I keep practicing that style.
At about 1 pm. I started to say my goodbyes, and was lucky enough to get a ride to the train station with Dave Proctor ( a great fiddler btw.)
The trip went well (but slow) and I arrived at my good friend Sven’s house in Uxbridge at about 7 p.m. I had tickets back to Denmark for Monday evening, and spent Monday in London with Sven and his sweet son Luc.
The trip ended with Scandinavian Airlines sending my luggage and banjo to Oslo. Great! I will try not to take it personal…
But apparently Norway don’t take kindly to foreign nations sending them banjos, because it came back Tuesday evening.