Re: Campfire travel Mandolin
Originally Posted by
RHDean
I thought that's what a campfire instrument was, just a beat up ole playable, in tune but functioning instrument that got new dings and dirt on it, spilled beer, heard all the campfire lies told in bedded in the instrument type of fun.
Do you wear a suit to the campfire, or flip flops and shorts with a Hawaiian shirt?
Can you drink Miller High Life, or does it have to be Champagne?
I think I've camped next to you and your buddies, banging out 'Wagon Wheel" on $50 instruments at three in the morning. That's why I stopped going to the national and provincial parks on weekends, especially holiday weekends. Give me a site next to the guy who's not afraid that his drunken buddies will destroy his expensive mandolin (porcupines are another matter). I'll ignore the fact that he dresses in all the latest, trendy wear from the outdoor cooperative. We'll sip his champagne and toast the setting sun while listening to loons on the lake, then I'll invite him to my campfire and we can make music till a reasonable hour. After that, I'll crawl into the tent with my sweetie, and listen to the wolves hunting in the hills before we go to sleep. And we'll vacate our spot on Friday morning. There's camping and camping, I suppose. Each to his own.
Robert Johnson's mother, describing blues musicians:
"I never did have no trouble with him until he got big enough to be round with bigger boys and off from home. Then he used to follow all these harp blowers, mandoleen (sic) and guitar players."
Lomax, Alan, The Land where The Blues Began, NY: Pantheon, 1993, p.14.
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