duffey is my hero
Oct-30-2006, 5:10pm
Hello All,
You won’t believe this! Just a weird story from playing in The Farewell Drifters. We have been playing a lot recently in the Nashville area. For a little while we were doing about 3 or more shows a week, rehearsing once or twice a week, and recording some in a home recording studio deal. For those of you, who have never heard about us (which is probably most haha), check it out at www.thefarewelldrifters.com. I am the mandolin player of course and I live on the couch and play mandolin for a living (and make barely enough to feed myself and live on a couch of a friend, but it is very well worth it!). Well we have had some strange things go on in the last two weeks. We have been playing down on Broadway in Nashville a little, and also at a place in Franklin called Kimbro’s Café.
The first crazy thing happened at Layla’s Bluegrass Inn down on Broadway. We played for 7 hours total that day and in the last set this guy from California came up to us and started talking to our banjo player about how much he liked his picking. The guy took a card and left without saying anything to the rest of us. The next day Trevor (banjo player) got a call from this guy to come down to the Gibson showcase at Opryland to pick with him. It was kind of a strange call but Trevor went anyways to see what was up. So he gets there and this guy just starts bringing him banjos to play off the wall. Then he gets the Gibson guys to go in the back and get stuff that wasn’t on the wall. So to make a long story short, the guy asks Trevor which, out of everything he has played, is his favorite one. Trevor picks out a custom RB-75 and this guy walks up to the front and buys it for him. Trevor is amazed and says thanks and the guy says he has to go back to California and leaves.
So we are all pretty amazed and jealous of Trevor for like a week. So this past Thursday, we are playing down at Kimbro’s Café in Franklin, TN. My brother and I have never had much money to buy a nice instrument but he is like a Clarence White clone. He was borrowing a hand made guitar from Billy Ray Latham (of the Ky Colonels) because Billy Ray loved his playing so much, but also because my guitar prodigy brother had played the top off of his cheap Johnson laminate guitar. So anyways, he had taken out a loan from our parents of 1000 bucks and was going to go buy like a cheap Martin the day after Kimbro’s. But, low and behold, during our break in between sets this guy comes up and gives Clayton a card and tells him that he loves his playing and to call him. So the same day he was going to go up to Louisville and buy whatever Martin he could find for 1300 bucks (which is a lot to us), this guy invites him to his Ranch! Clayton goes over there and this guy is a fancy guitar collector. He just keeps bringing Clayton guitars to play and then asks him the same question the guy asked Trevor the week before. Clayton picks out some kind of Custom D-18 that sounds like Clarence’s old Whitebook guitar and this guy gives it to Clayton.
Two weeks, two dreams coming true. Fate? Destiny? Haha. Still waiting for that day to come for me. I am the only one left without the instrument of my dreams in the band (and in my case, my dreams have pretty low standards haha). Just thought I had to tell somebody so I figured I would post it on the board that has helped me make smart decisions about my mandolin stuff before. And if anyone wants to do a good deed for a mandolin player, I am always around haha. With the help of this amazing board I think I have gotten the most out of a Michael Kelly Mandolin that can be gotten out of it. You can listen to it at www.myspace.com/thefarewelldrifters
Joshua Britt
You won’t believe this! Just a weird story from playing in The Farewell Drifters. We have been playing a lot recently in the Nashville area. For a little while we were doing about 3 or more shows a week, rehearsing once or twice a week, and recording some in a home recording studio deal. For those of you, who have never heard about us (which is probably most haha), check it out at www.thefarewelldrifters.com. I am the mandolin player of course and I live on the couch and play mandolin for a living (and make barely enough to feed myself and live on a couch of a friend, but it is very well worth it!). Well we have had some strange things go on in the last two weeks. We have been playing down on Broadway in Nashville a little, and also at a place in Franklin called Kimbro’s Café.
The first crazy thing happened at Layla’s Bluegrass Inn down on Broadway. We played for 7 hours total that day and in the last set this guy from California came up to us and started talking to our banjo player about how much he liked his picking. The guy took a card and left without saying anything to the rest of us. The next day Trevor (banjo player) got a call from this guy to come down to the Gibson showcase at Opryland to pick with him. It was kind of a strange call but Trevor went anyways to see what was up. So he gets there and this guy just starts bringing him banjos to play off the wall. Then he gets the Gibson guys to go in the back and get stuff that wasn’t on the wall. So to make a long story short, the guy asks Trevor which, out of everything he has played, is his favorite one. Trevor picks out a custom RB-75 and this guy walks up to the front and buys it for him. Trevor is amazed and says thanks and the guy says he has to go back to California and leaves.
So we are all pretty amazed and jealous of Trevor for like a week. So this past Thursday, we are playing down at Kimbro’s Café in Franklin, TN. My brother and I have never had much money to buy a nice instrument but he is like a Clarence White clone. He was borrowing a hand made guitar from Billy Ray Latham (of the Ky Colonels) because Billy Ray loved his playing so much, but also because my guitar prodigy brother had played the top off of his cheap Johnson laminate guitar. So anyways, he had taken out a loan from our parents of 1000 bucks and was going to go buy like a cheap Martin the day after Kimbro’s. But, low and behold, during our break in between sets this guy comes up and gives Clayton a card and tells him that he loves his playing and to call him. So the same day he was going to go up to Louisville and buy whatever Martin he could find for 1300 bucks (which is a lot to us), this guy invites him to his Ranch! Clayton goes over there and this guy is a fancy guitar collector. He just keeps bringing Clayton guitars to play and then asks him the same question the guy asked Trevor the week before. Clayton picks out some kind of Custom D-18 that sounds like Clarence’s old Whitebook guitar and this guy gives it to Clayton.
Two weeks, two dreams coming true. Fate? Destiny? Haha. Still waiting for that day to come for me. I am the only one left without the instrument of my dreams in the band (and in my case, my dreams have pretty low standards haha). Just thought I had to tell somebody so I figured I would post it on the board that has helped me make smart decisions about my mandolin stuff before. And if anyone wants to do a good deed for a mandolin player, I am always around haha. With the help of this amazing board I think I have gotten the most out of a Michael Kelly Mandolin that can be gotten out of it. You can listen to it at www.myspace.com/thefarewelldrifters
Joshua Britt