I recall, a long time ago in a grade school far, far away, a teacher attempting to take us into the very distant past and get us to imaginatively appreciate ancient history in the first person. As if we were there, in ancient times, living it. This must have been fifth grade, or likely earlier. A class mate raised his hand and offered the observation that, ďit was much easier to go to school back then. Kids didnít have as much history to learn.Ē
I think this is a very American observation.
I have shared my thinking regard super star mandolin performers. Here and here.
Well let me relate a recent experience and share with you a new thought, or at least a new way of saying it.
The other night I was sitting around playing with some friends. I was the only mandolin, and I was sitting with two guitars, four or five fiddles, two banjos, and a church bass. Adult drinks were in attendance as well.
We were collectively and individually having the time
I am going to tell you a story, the last lines of which you will please supply in the comments below. Itís a fictional story. Any resemblance between anyone in the story and any flesh and blood person is the result of a heck of a lot of work. Something like this has happened, and other things have happened too. The discrete experiences we collect throughout our lives are like individual notes. With enough of them you can write just about any tune.
A cold snowy day, a warm inviting
I sat down the other afternoon, with my mandolin, just me and myself, and played and played and played. Missed dinner and played until bed time.
The rip-snorting great time I had took me far away from the issues of the day, national, local, social, political. It transported me way beyond whether Sierra Hull can be considered a bluegrasser, or whether or not one should be admonished for using a capo, whether an octave mandolin is a mandola or a tenor mandola or a tenor mandolin, or whether
In this posting I wrote about finding a context in which my messing around with electric mandolin makes some sense.
The jamming opportunities I naively sought out have been dead ends. It seems that, for the most part, jamming is not what one does on an electric mandolin.
What I am finding is that as an electric I am an outsider to the mainstream of mandolin and as a mandolin I am an outside the mainstream of electric guitar. I am forced to figure something out on my own.