{"id":779,"date":"2008-05-31T17:11:54","date_gmt":"2008-05-31T17:11:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2008\/05\/31\/that-old-timey-sound\/"},"modified":"2012-07-31T17:28:50","modified_gmt":"2012-07-31T17:28:50","slug":"that-old-timey-sound","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2008\/05\/31\/that-old-timey-sound\/","title":{"rendered":"that old timey sound"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My grandmother&#8217;s not the biggest fan of Ralph Stanley.  But it&#8217;s not Ralph&#8217;s fault. &#8220;Bill use to follow him around every weekend.  Playing music.  He&#8217;d leave me at home.&#8221; Bill&#8217;s her husband.  Bill is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/03\/25\/i-tell-you-what\/\"target=_blank>Pa<\/a>. <\/p>\n<p><center><a href='http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/dsc_0200b.jpg' rel=lightbox title='Bluegrass'><img src='http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/dsc_0200thumb.jpg' alt='Bluegrass' border=0 \/><\/a><br \/>\n<\/center><center>When we got there.  By the time we left there were about six more fiddlers, bass players and guitarists.<\/center><\/p>\n<p>My mom talks about another Bill.  How he was always &#8220;around&#8221; when she was young.  How, other than his height and his big white hat, she never knew there was anything exceptional about him.  Me, I remember being five or six years old and shrugging a big &#8220;So What?&#8221; to my same-age cousin when he  pointed to his daddy and the tall, white-hatted man singing and playing music together back in the mountains.  &#8220;Why that&#8217;s Bill Monroe girl!  Don&#8217;t you know nothin&#8217;?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><center><a href='http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/dsc_0207.jpg' rel=lightbox title='Bluegrass'><img src='http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/dsc_0207thumb.jpg' alt='Bluegrass' border=0 \/><\/a><br \/>\n<\/center><center>I can&#8217;t remember what this is called&#8230;<\/center><\/p>\n<p>The truth was, I didn&#8217;t know much.  Not when it came to that high lonesome sound.  But I&#8217;ve been trying to remedy this.  Last night The Euro (Who loves Bluegrass.  Who can&#8217;t abide Country.) and I were invited to go along with S &#038; J to hear J&#8217;s 83 year old grandfather.  <\/p>\n<p>They get together on Friday nights.  A group of what my own grandfather likes to call <em>old timey musicians<\/em>.  In a little used-to-be country store with old coca-cola signs hanging on the walls and a pot bellied stove in the corner.  <\/p>\n<p><center><a href='http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/dsc_0250.jpg' rel=lightbox title='Bluegrass'><img src='http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/05\/dsc_0250thumb.jpg' alt='Bluegrass' border=0 \/><\/a><br \/>\n<\/center><center>The gentleman on the right is J&#8217;s grandfather.  A World War II veteran with a purple heart.  Also, one fine mandolin player.<\/center><\/p>\n<p>People drop in and pick up fiddles and mandolins and whatever else may be laying around or stashed, conveniently in their car.  One fellow walked in with a base twice his size, sat it down in front of the door and just started in playing.  Without a word.  A lady stopped by, to <em>just say hi<\/em>, grabbed a hundred year old fiddle and&#8230;good grief she was good.<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My grandmother&#8217;s not the biggest fan of Ralph Stanley. But it&#8217;s not Ralph&#8217;s fault. &#8220;Bill use to follow him around every weekend. Playing music. He&#8217;d leave me at home.&#8221; Bill&#8217;s her husband. Bill is Pa. When we got there. By the time we left there were about six more fiddlers, bass players and guitarists. 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