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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Good Pickers Never Grow Old

Here's something new I'm learning this week: Did you know that there are different styles of banjo-picking? For real, Lucille! And I'm not just talking about jazz-four-string banjos vs. bluegrass-five-string. I mean, even in bluegrass banjo, there are different approaches to playing. Why I did not know this is that I grew up learning only the one style, the ULTIMATE style (imho): Scruggs style. Scruggs style is named (of course) after Earl Scruggs, of Scruggs and Flatt. Most people have heard of him, even if they're not bluegrass fanatics. He played the Ballad of Jed Clampett, for instance, and Rockytop, and Foggy Mountain Breakdown. But even if he's not a household name to you, his style of finger-picking is what most people think of when they describe banjo music: hard-driving, fast, twangy, loud. Scruggs defined the genre.

But here is what else I'm learning - there are other ways to play the banjo. There's a whole 'nother style, called melodic style. And yet another called single-string. And all these new banjo pickers use these styles, and mix 'em up, just to make things interesting.

This is an ah-hah moment for me. For the last few years, when asked to play my banjo at church or in other settings, I've been asked to imitate songs in recordings that use the banjo in a way completely unlike how I was taught to play. In some ways it was very frustrating, because I felt like a pretty good baseball pitcher might feel if he were asked to play outfield. Well, yeah, I could do it, but why? Wouldn't you rather me do what I know how to do? On the other hand, it did stretch me and make me learn new things, which is fun in its own way.

But, wow, what a relief to know that I'm not crazy and that I do, in fact, play a pretty good banjo- as long as I stick to a certain style. And what's more, there's a whole new universe of music out there for me to learn. I've got a book now that talks about the melodic and single-string styles, how to do them, how to combine them with Scruggs playing, how to use them. I feel like I'm learning a whole new language.

Which is a good thing, because they say what makes you old is not how many birthdays you have, but whether or not you keep learning and growing. So I'm fighting off over-the-hill-itis (acute this week, as in just 25 hours I will officially crest the mountain) by building new brain connections - learning a new way to pick.

What are you learning this week? Or, if you've already topped the hill recently and have good news from the other side, I'll take that too! Please tell me that the forties are even better than the thirties - regardless of what style you play.

2 Comments:

  • At 6:46 PM, Blogger Patty in WA or Rover said…

    I'm learning that I am lousy at follow-up these days--I have so enjoyed your posts and meant to respond to you...music is increasingly important to me, and I've been pianoing instead of guitaring lately but learning so much in the both of them. I do fingerstyle guitar when I do it but I have to say that it is a *bear* to get back into when I lay off due to the callous factor. Piano has no such burden.

    I am hoping that this August my son and I can work on a duet! Isn't that totally cool? He started taking lessons in April and I think his teacher is a magician!!!!!

    Forties are better than thirties. And since your kids are going to be "on their way" by the time you are mid-forties, you are going to really have some neat time to find your own path. I was 38 at the birth of my son--so it will be my 50s where I start to be more "me" and less "us" in that mommy way...not that either is bad or better but each is different from the other.

    The big downer of the 40s is truly the physical change stuff. I'm as skinny and all as I ever was...but more saggy. Sigh.

    Anyway, I'm still around...reading and all...

     
  • At 1:25 PM, Blogger Mamabird said…

    Hey, Patti, nice to hear from you. Thanks for the encouragement about forties. You're a musician too (in addition to a homeschooler and Dallas Willard fan)? Okay, one day we really must meet. We just have too much in common for God not to have meant for us to be friends.

    Karen

     

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