This past weekend had all the makings of 3 days chalker-blocked full of bluegrass. I did pretty good and was able to make it to 2 out of 4 events.
Friday we loaded the family in the car and headed out to Glen Rose to spend the night with my father-in-law. I had come up with a scheme that would allow me to attend the 3rd Friday Bluegrass Show and Jam in Cleburne. Unfortunately Dallas traffic delayed us and I got there a little late. I was able to poke me head and check out the scene. It was overwhelmingly geriatric and there were not a lot of instruments lying around – a sign that there is not going to be some good jamming. So, I decided to skip in favor of a nice dinner with family.
Saturday morning I got some free time to myself. My father-in-law lives in a house on the banks of the Brazos River. All day Friday I was thinking about different songs that talk about rivers. How does the river speak to you? How do you listen? I decided to try and find out for myself. I set up a little practice area and played some mandolin. Well, I didn’t really play so much as practiced. I practiced attacking the strings and listening for tone. Then I spent some time on scales.
The river liked the slow, methodical movement of the scales, so I stayed on that for a while. I played through the scales in all sorts of different positions and keys. I went through different scale patterns, such as 3 steps up and 2 down. The river really liked the sound of that in D, and so I stayed there for a while. The practice came to a climax in D as I played as loud and fast as I could. The river played with me by providing reverb off its banks.
As the sun started to rise in the sky and get hotter, the river started to slow down to a lumbering pace. I was slowing down also – I had been playing for 2 hours! So I bid the river farewell and went inside.
That night I was able to go to Garland to pick. Unfortunately, there still were not a lot of people there, so I didn’t stick around very long.
Sunday, I was unable to make the Southwest Bluegrass Club meeting, but I got in some good time with my guitar and Mississippi John Hurt songs.
So, more practice = more progress. Its nice to be focused in my practice sessions. I still can’t wait for April to be over and done with, but May and June are going to be heavy travel months.
Filed under: Music & Mandolin Meditations, My Journal, Practice Session Notes , Brazos River, Garland, practice, scales
