Is it time to add an 'Old Time' board to this Forum?

[Ptarmigan]

With the obvious interest here in tunes like Shove that Pig's Foot a Little Farther in the Fire, Nail That Catfish to a Tree & Squirrel heads and gravy, is it perhaps time to add a board for Old Time Music & Song to this Forum?

There are of course strong links between Old Time Music & Scottish Music, so it should be an interesting avenue to explore.

In the meantime, anyone here who is interested in Old Time Music might like to check out my:
The "OLD TIME MUSIC" Forum (Europe).
You may also like to check out the associated:
Old Time Music Forum's MySpace

Cheers
Dick

[JAJ]

Maybe, an "Old TIMERS" board would be more appropriate now that we're both here?

[Ptarmigan]

(01-03-2009 10:18 AM)JAJ Wrote:  Maybe, an "Old TIMERS" board would be more appropriate now that we're both here?

Hey, are you calling me an Old Fart?




Takes one to know one!

[Ptarmigan]

Thanks Nigel.

The new Other Tunes board looks great .. just the job.

Cheers
Dick

[John H]

I'd jump in. I played clawhammer banjo for a long time before returning to my roots with a mandola. My banjo repertoire is mostly old-time Appalachian. There's some overlap. ("Did you ever see the Devil, Uncle Joe?" = 'Ms Mcleod's Reel.' "Devil's Dream" = 'De'il Amang the Tailors. "Leather Britches" ='Lord MacDonald's reel, etc .

To my surprise last year the players in a highland pub joined in very confidently when I was coaxed to play 'Waterbound.' Sounded great to me. (Five pints of Deuchars will do that.) They knew it from Dirk Powell's version in the Transatlantic Sessions with Ali Bain and others. So maybe Old Time has a future in Scotland.

[Addie]

Fiddle-, Flatpicker, Mando-, Banjo- Hangout seem to be the big places for OT...

But they don’t know Scottish music, which is why I came here.

[John H]

Different culture really. I used to play banjo with a crowd in the Mother Lode country. It was all Bushmills, beer, Rockingham Cindy yet again and late night target practice with the old Colt someone was desperate to sell you for more coke money.

Friend of mine, cute as a button with twinkling eyes and a front like a schooner in full sail, goes up on stage for the traditional singing contest. A long silence as all the good old boys drink in her beauty. They concede before she even opens her mouth. "You won," sighs a judge, then bangs a gavel to announce the start of the fiddle contest.

Happy days.

Not quaite the Salutation Hotel on Burns night.