Sunday, January 31, 2010

Minstrel Boy.....& Ash Grove

This violin is tuned to 415 Hz which is a half step below standard of 440 Hz

Friday, January 29, 2010

Five Miles of Ellum Wood

Here is a mandolin and guitar version, http://www.box.net/shared/ip61gh5ku2

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

banjo and fiddle

They go well together.

Little Beggerman

Same melody as Red Haired Boy,

Monday, January 25, 2010

Moon River


A 1961 collaboration between Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini, this composition won an Academy Award for best score in Breakfast at Tiffany's staring Audrey Hepburn.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Tom Hepple's Polka

I learned this tune from the English fiddler, Adam Grey

Judging Violins

An excellent read on the needs of virtuoso violinist and therefore why fiddles and violins have different demands according to the genre of music played.

Scottish Music in the 18th Century

An excellent article about music and the instruments used in the 18th century.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Cuckoo


Another version of Cuckoo that I found.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Soldier's Joy

Elzic's Farewell

This is normally played in A Dorian, but I am playing in D as Norman Blake did.

Hard Times Come Again No More

This is a mid 1800's Stephen Foster song.

Lorena

This composition resulted between two friends and was first published in 1857. The song was a favorite during the Civil War.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Take My Hand, Precious Lord


Reverend Martin Luther King's favorite gospel song. Written in '32 by the Reverend Thomas Dorsey, Rev King used this song during his mid '60's civil rights rallies.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Wayfaring Stranger

I am using a five string J.W. Green fiddle.

Barb'ry Allen


A traditional Irish, English, Scottish song circa 1750

Barbara Allen

In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen


Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen


He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen


Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying


As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen


Oh mother mother make my bed
Make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow


They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar


They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010

Farther Along

I used to sing tenor on this in a quartet. The alto and I would always get tickled at the part that sing, "cheer up my brother" because of the way we slide up on the notes.

Old Joe Clarke

An old favorite. We used to sing this is grammar school.

Sally Ann

Saturday, January 9, 2010

The Tennessee Waltz

Our daughter's alma mater

The Kentucky Waltz

Our son's alma mater,

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Tammy's Waltz

From a 1957 film Tammy and the Bachelor. Sang in the movie by Debbie Reynolds and the Ames Brothers.

Battle Cry of Freedom

This song was the campaign theme for the Lincoln and Johnson re-election in 1865.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Auld Lang Syne-Long Long Ago


Lyrics by Robert Burns.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS