DianeB

Never mind the concerts, here’s a taste of the heart-stopping cornhole action: IMG_3531.mov

Sunday: the outro. The lodge came to life about 6:30, earlier than usual. We fueled up on pancakes, and one more time, up the hill, around the bends, past the lake, by the cabins, through the swarm of eighth grade girls, up to Valley View. Steve made final announcements and we welcomed Christie Lenée back for her workshop. She touched on (sorry, had to) tapping, hammer-ons and pull offs, the mentality of practicing, and connecting with the music inside oneself. We celebrated our host and hostess one more time, then it was time to say goodbye. Some left from Valley View, at least one met a Uber at the front gate, while the rest of us returned to the lodge to retrieve our luggage. Hugs, handshakes, shouts, and waves. Amy and I sent our roommate Barb off with hugs, loaded our loaner Corolla, and set a heading for lunch in downtown Franklin. With the sunshine of another perfect day above, my faithful friend and copilot alongside me, I recalled a byword of Deer Run: I am blessed.

Okay, it’s late, but here’s the Saturday report. So sorry, but it was such a full day, I could not manage to post at bedtime. The shuttling between venues is taking extra time and energy. Our day started with Steve’s lesson on using a looper creatively. More student performances, including Barb. Steve apparently had time to fill, so I had a solo slot for “Melissa,” which I sent out to our departed friends Gregg Cobler and Paul Opitz. Collin’s masterclass rounded out the morning sessions. Then it was back to the lodge for lunch and workshops with Collin on intervals and Steve on “Ashoken Farewell”. We scattered for the final cornhole rounds, solitary practice, impromptu duets, setups with Julio, phone calls, snacks, coffee, and naps. Now, for Saturday night at Deer Run: first, presentation of the coveted Cornhole Championship trophies (again) to the Nasholes! On to the drawing for the door prizes, which has now evolved into a strategic exercise more convoluted than a back door ii-V-I. Your name is drawn! But — if you have more than one chance to win — do you pass, in hope of snagging a bigger prize? I passed on winning a subscription to Acoustic Guitar magazine because I already subscribe, and I had three chances to win (attendee, cornhole contestant, student performer). It paid off, as later I won a guitar strap and took the sure thing. There were Fishman micro Loudbox amps, Fishman pickups, and the big prize, a Fender acoustic to Dave White. The Main Event: fingerstyle master Christie Lenée’s concert was dazzling, moving, exhilirating. Afterwards, we decompressed over popcorn, sodas, and decaf. Christie had CDs and tees; Paulette had a new line of Guitar Gathring caps. Another nighttime caravan back to the lodge, where it fell quiet rather quickly. IMG_3577.mov

Friday’s first business: I left my nylon string guitar with Julio at the lodge for a tune up. Navigating to the Valley View building is much easier by day than having to rely on the stars. Steve led us through basic pattern exercises, then we had a few student performances, in a variation from our past schedules. I accompanied Amy in a duet of “Long May You Run”, which she re-dedicated to my Camry. Student songs were followed by Tim Lerch’s masterclass, with insights on playing over chords. Another hop back to the lodge for our lunch of club sandwiches. The food, and even the food service, is improved over last year, when meals seemed to be running a bit behind schedule. We split our drowsy heads into two groups: half for Collin Hill’s workshop, and the other half for Steve on arranging for fingerstyle. The next hour, we switched places I collected my spiffed up Cordoba from Julio, then it was break time, for naps, chilling out, and the first round of the cornhole tourney. My team, the Dead Earpieces, was quickly obliterated, so I retired for a short nap before dinner. After more student performances, Collin Hill led off the evening concert. We all were left to wonder, “How much better can he get?” In a new twist, Steve brought in a drummer and upright bass player for a trio, and he clearly had a ball. Good to see, after all the work he puts into these retreats. Cherry and raspberry cobbler with ice cream finished off our day.

Arrival day dawned sunny and bright and frost on the (rented) car’s windshield in the hotel parking lot. As I let the wipers work, Dave White materialized at my window. “You’re here!” “Where else would I be?” We caught up on the situation in Asheville. Dave had a much longer, arduous trip through Atlanta to Nashville, and was too tired the previous night to meet Amy and me for dinner. Dave set off for breakfast, and Amy and I rehearsed our song a while. Satisfied with it, we toured the Parthenon at Centennial Park, then it was off to Gruhn’s. Inside we met Benjamin, Michael, and Greg Voros. Some early bird retreaters were there, too. Greg arranged for Amy and I to go upstairs to see George, who showed off his Versitars. We made the short walk to Hattie B’s for lunch, then it was off through the Franklin countryside to Deer Run. Steve welcomed us and explained the new logistics associated with the second venue. After a short lesson, we sat down for our lasagna dinner, then immediately formed a caravan of cars up to the Valley View building for a concert by Tim Lerch. The caravan then retraced its steps though the winding road in the woods back to the lodge — not without the occasional detour — for s’mores around the fire pit while Greg Voros held court. We laughed ourselves weary and called it a day.

A brilliant fall day found the Persistent Purple Picking Pair rocking down the highway right to Ryman Auditorium. It’s Amy’s first visit to Nashville. I wanted her to get the immersive experience, so after touring the Mother Church, we hit Lower Broadway. Today’s crazy level was a manageable 3/10, so our eardrums and dignity survived the hike intact. Even the midweek rush hour traffic moved along. We had time to relax in our rooms at the Franklin-Cool Springs Holiday Inn, then we set a heading for Alexander’s in the Galleria district for dinner. It wouldn’t be right to describe our fare and make my readers heartsick with envy. But I’ll do it anyway: spectacular veggie burger and spaghetti squash for my nutrition-conscious pal, and pecan encrusted swordfish over couscous for this reporter. Oh yeah, peanut butter pie to finish — with French pressed coffee to fend off the cool Nashville night.

It’s Tuesday, and the scouts and advance teams are moving into position. This year I am accompanied by my guitar pal Amy, who lives a few minutes from me in Maryland, just over the state line. Tonight we’re in Knoxville, and oh, yes, there are guitars here, too. Yesterday, our first day on the road, was an adventure. We were penalized 150 miles for a false start. Nearing Baltimore, we had car trouble and had to be rescued by AAA and towed back home. But we got all the gear swapped to a rental, ate lunch and regrouped. Six hours behind schedule, making memories by the minute, we reached our destination hotel in Virginia. Today’s leg put us in Knoxville with time to spare. Amy, utterly undeterred and ebullient as ever, suggested we go guitar hunting. We opted for Lane Music — she has a soft spot for Martins — where we were welcomed by manager Derek Harvey. He was curious about the retreat. To my surprise, he was unaware of Steve Kaufman’s annual acoustic camp only a half hour away in Maryville, so I pointed him to the web site. While Amy shopped, I had a delightful visit with a customer who brought his Tele in for service: 40-ish Army vet, cancer survivor, pensioned off by the VA, now guitar was a big part of his new life. His story would tug at any beating heart. We got a recommendation for dinner, said our goodbyes, and set out for Calhoun’s. It lived up to its reputation.

@Fretless Sheesh. Once in a while, someone else's post will appear to me with a gray or black background. My theory is that it depends on one's browser and how it renders HTML. Seems to me the issue is with the site code. Black text on a white field should not be so complicated. PS / Steve and I have traded notes. He changed my text to blue, and in future I will try to avoid using a separate text editor for composing (sigh).

Whatever Steve tweaked, it changed the text color of my post to white — rendering it invisible to me. I've reset the text color to black.

@Anne Hill It shouldn't be. You might have to adjust the display settings. Find the small paintbrush icon at the right of the "Sign Up" button (replaced by your name and photo when you are signed in). Click the paintbrush and you are presented with a palette of display options for colors. Click on one of the yellow targets. Either background picture should work (default mountain, or Steve's guitar graphic). It's not your fault; this is lazy user interface design. I could cite several other examples.

We are two weeks away from our fingerstyle retreat. For the benefit of any first timers, and to give Steve a break, I offer this little heads up. Any day now, we can expect Steve to e-mail registrants with a survey, asking: Will you need a ride to or from the airport? Can you provide a ride? Do you want a guitar setup appointment? Do you want to perform in the student showcase? Do you have any special dietary or ambulatory needs? Do you snore like a chainsaw? (Okay, maybe not that.) Steve will also request a photo of you, preferably with your guitar, to use in the slideshow that will run in the main room to introduce everyone (see photo below). Deer Run Retreat will not admit any guests before 3:00 pm sharp on Wednesday, so time your arrival accordingly. And we must be out no later than 12:00 noon on Sunday. We will be in close quarters, carrying our guitars up and down stairs from room to room. Floor space will be limited during lessons and music stands are generally impractical. A compact guitar stand like the Cooperstand is recommended. Bring whatever materials you may need for taking notes, and perhaps a tabletop tripod if you want to record performances. Steve and Paulette will likely have the store items for sale. You might want to have some cash to purchase artist CDs, as sometimes they are not prepared to accept cards. Finally, because we will be in close quarters for three full days: please consult your physician and consider updated vaccines for influenza, covid, and RSV. We want to be healthy, happy musicians! See you soon!

@Anne Hill Anne, like Doug, I'm not aware of any lesson material in iCloud. See my private message for contacting me, and maybe I can help.