9 January 2022, 18:49
You started with PTMD because that was probably the first song in whatever book the teacher was selling.
The kids in England usually bought the books printed by that Weedon guy. Over here it was a fellow of equal taste named MelBay.
Oh My Darlin Clemintine, She'll be Coming Round the Mountain, Moma's Little Babies Love Shortening Bread and such.
I grew up in the south of the US, in Nashville. Moma Maybelle Carter's kids went to school with my mom, I went to school with the Carter grandkids, we lived adjoining their back garden. They had an estate, we had a "back yard". First music I actually remember was Mama Maybelle sitting on her back porch playing while she watched us kids in the sandbox.
I took guitar lessons for about a month, then they held a "bluegrass festival" on the town square.
100,000 people showed up. I spent a couple of hours back stage there, which is a strange place. Groups of musicians that have never seen each other jamming like pros, strangers actually forming groups backstage to run out 15 minutes latter to preform for money!
I learned more about music in two hours than I would have learned from a lifetime of paid lessons!
It is amazing how much trouble learning 4 chords can get one into!
My problem was that I learned to play during the "folk music scare", learned all those silly songs and grew bored with them the second time I played them. I soon got hooked on "country blues", partly because my parents did not yell at me for playing Mississippi John Hurt, Elmore Johnson and Robert Johnson for some reason.
I progressed to electric blues when I first heard the Stones, playing my country blues and acting fools.
Autumn of 2018, before the "pandemic" hit I made the pilgrimage. I drove down and started at Graceland in Memphis. made a left turn out the driveway and headed down highway 61. I went to see the home of Mississippi John, spent the night in Indianola, MS where BB King grew up. Stopped and left a quarter on the gravestone of Robert Johnson. I stood on the "Crossroads", the real one not the commercial one a couple of miles away, where so much of the music that shaped out generation began.
Last trip before the pandemic, and I have been glad I made it so many times. I see that Mississippi Delta stretching out to the horizon each time I hear one of the old blues songs no matter who sings it.
I know that we "preppers" tend to be a stay-at-home lot, but when all of this restriction is over leave the house and GO SOMEWHERE!
And yes Paul we know you never go anywhere or do anything, we got that covered long ago.
The kids in England usually bought the books printed by that Weedon guy. Over here it was a fellow of equal taste named MelBay.
Oh My Darlin Clemintine, She'll be Coming Round the Mountain, Moma's Little Babies Love Shortening Bread and such.
I grew up in the south of the US, in Nashville. Moma Maybelle Carter's kids went to school with my mom, I went to school with the Carter grandkids, we lived adjoining their back garden. They had an estate, we had a "back yard". First music I actually remember was Mama Maybelle sitting on her back porch playing while she watched us kids in the sandbox.
I took guitar lessons for about a month, then they held a "bluegrass festival" on the town square.
100,000 people showed up. I spent a couple of hours back stage there, which is a strange place. Groups of musicians that have never seen each other jamming like pros, strangers actually forming groups backstage to run out 15 minutes latter to preform for money!
I learned more about music in two hours than I would have learned from a lifetime of paid lessons!
It is amazing how much trouble learning 4 chords can get one into!
My problem was that I learned to play during the "folk music scare", learned all those silly songs and grew bored with them the second time I played them. I soon got hooked on "country blues", partly because my parents did not yell at me for playing Mississippi John Hurt, Elmore Johnson and Robert Johnson for some reason.
I progressed to electric blues when I first heard the Stones, playing my country blues and acting fools.
Autumn of 2018, before the "pandemic" hit I made the pilgrimage. I drove down and started at Graceland in Memphis. made a left turn out the driveway and headed down highway 61. I went to see the home of Mississippi John, spent the night in Indianola, MS where BB King grew up. Stopped and left a quarter on the gravestone of Robert Johnson. I stood on the "Crossroads", the real one not the commercial one a couple of miles away, where so much of the music that shaped out generation began.
Last trip before the pandemic, and I have been glad I made it so many times. I see that Mississippi Delta stretching out to the horizon each time I hear one of the old blues songs no matter who sings it.
I know that we "preppers" tend to be a stay-at-home lot, but when all of this restriction is over leave the house and GO SOMEWHERE!
And yes Paul we know you never go anywhere or do anything, we got that covered long ago.