The Technically Incorrect

June 20, 2007 at 12:34 PM

The hay is stacked or sold, I'm corrugating and getting ready for water on parched land. My elbows and shoulders are mending.

Yesterday I was listening to Alison Krauss and the Cox Family playing "Will there be any stars in my crown." I grabbed my violin and started trying to play with them.

On the first playing of the song I learned pretty much which strings they were on and as I replayed and tried to keep up I started getting some of the notes. I was late but I could hear I was exactly on track.

After fifteen minutes, a lot sooner than I expected, I turned the music to mute and nailed one portion and then started expanding it. It has been a day of practice and memorization and I have that song and I'm tickled to death and I have started learning two other songs on that album. I think Teach will flip when I show her what I have done. We have had a zero two or three weeks of no progress in my music, while I tried to get hay in during two 1/4 inch rains which always helps (not).

The Mandolin maker two miles away from me liked a story I e-mailed him about my cowboy pastor in Jackpot, NV and I have invited him to go to our camp meeting. The winners of the Texas preaching and gospel music awards will both be down for this tent meeting out on the desert. A chuck wagon ministry that feeds the poor under an overpass in Salt Lake City is coming down with 200 pounds of ribs, there will be food galore.

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Unless you have kicked a few bushes down in NV you can't even imagine what characters live down there. A state run by the Mafia, prostitution and gambling. It is another world.

I will try and take pictures of the camp meeting and get some stories from our "SW Juilliard School of Music."

From Jim W. Miller
Posted on June 20, 2007 at 8:59 PM

Near where I grew up there was a place that held tent meetings. After I learned to drive, I went out there a few times to hear the music. Actually I think I remember as a kid being taken to an official "all day meetin' with dinner on the ground." Recently there was a tent meeting just two blocks away from where I live and I went over to listen. Apparently the story behind it was the preacher at the nearby church had some emergency on the highway and someone stopped to assist, and that person turned out to be a preacher too. The guy who stopped was black, and they decided to have an exchange evening thing outside in a tent. I heard black gospel music coming in through my window so naturally I went over to investigate. I was my first experience with black church, outside of the Blues Bros. movie, I mean... Good stuff.

From Jim W. Miller
Posted on June 20, 2007 at 9:10 PM

Ah. Do you know the kind of preacher that sounds like an auctioneer? Really fast uninterruped speech with an occassional loud gasp for air. That's still big around here, especially in remote areas. I've heard it in person several times, and many, many times on Sunday radio. Never had them bring out the snakes yet, but that's the idea.

From Albert Justice
Posted on June 21, 2007 at 2:03 AM

Make hay while the sun is shining.... I feel for you.

I have a good relationship and respect with the good Lord in a Twain sense. I invoke and provoke him, and he slams occasionally, but when it comes to farm work there's something that happens where I plant the seeds--and it rains!.

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