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And the explosion is about to go off. At the time, the primary AM radio station in the Tidewater, Virginia market was WGH. They published their weekly Top 30 on these fliers and placed them wherever records were sold. I collected them from about 1963-65, and I how I would love to have them back. I think my mom tossed them, because I wouldn't have (sigh). A high school classmate saved a few, like this one. The DJs were household names: Bob Calvert, Gene Loving, Keith James, Richard Lamb, George Crawford. WGH sponsored the local premiere of "A Hard Day's Night", which I attended with a neighbor friend. My oversized souvenir ticket is gone, too (really deeeeep sigh). I remember well the long line outside, the opening chord, then 90 minutes of pubescent female screaming. Priceless.
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Epilog
Amy and I are safely home. We sang our way northeast along the interstates for two days and 800 miles, harmonizing to Mary Chapin-Carpenter (we passed her general vicinity in Virginia), the Indigo Girls, and whoever else turned up on her Pandora playlist. Already we're making our plans for next year.
Thanks for reading my modest diary. Much was omitted for lack of time. I've discovered that when I compose these posts in another app, then copy and paste them here, the text is sometimes illegible on other devices. I apologize for the annoyance, and I suspect the issue lies with this web site. Sigh.
Steve faces a dilemma: how to open up the retreat to all who want to attend while maintaining its intimacy. I don't have an answer: thirty students, as this year, seems to be the limit to the current arrangement. This time the weather was perfect. But cold, wind, or rain might present other challenges as we shuttle between buildings in the future.
Collin, Tim Lerch, and Christie Lenée were all terrific. But I tip my denim hat and bow to all those who offered a student performance. We had three times as many participants this year as last. Way to go, everyone! We had covers, originals, the mirthful, and the mournful.
And to all who were there whether in person or in spirit, you — whose generosity and encouragement and humor and artistry have kept me from going off the rails along this journey — may your music always be a comfort. Nurture it, cherish it, and put it out there in this world that craves it so.
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Never mind the concerts, here’s a taste of the heart-stopping cornhole action:
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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 off 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.
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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 Gathering caps. Another nighttime caravan back to the lodge, where it fell quiet rather quickly.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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@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).
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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.
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@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.
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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!
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@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.
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Rick Beato weighs in, with his usual sharp insights:
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@matonanjin To everyone: I don't recommend clicking a link from someone who has just joined. Their motives may be innocent but you should be circumspect. @Anubhav Please note, moderators are monitoring this site.
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David Das offers his professional take on the demise of Finale, with a succinct comparison of the options:
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@Eracer_Team-DougH Yes, Finale will continue to work unless operating system changes break it. I'm glad I kept the installer, and multiple backups, in case something goes south. That's a practice I learned a long time ago.
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The writing was on the wall — or, on the score. Finale has been sunsetted as of yesterday, August 26, 2024. It is no longer for sale and will not be updated. It was a mature product, built upon 35 years of code, with very little that could be added without placing it in a rather different niche, for example, mixing.
It is still more than adequate for my occasional needs. I have little desire to climb another steep learning curve. Its closest counterpart is probably Avid's Sibelius (Sibelius First is free but can not import files; other options are $99 and $199/yr). I downloaded Dorico (free trial; $149) and MuseScore (free; open source) to see what would happen to an imported Finale file (which must be exported as .mxl).
The imported file played back satisfactorily in both Dorico and MuseScore, but Dorico made a hopeless mess of my text annotations and the document format. It uses a different architecture, and the result reminded me of the file format agonies of the 80s. MuseScore's import was much better, although some annotations were altered or misplaced. It's my recommendation for the occasional user; pros will likely stay with Finale until OS changes break it, or go with Sibelius.
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Epilog
I’m home now. 1,277 miles in all. The afterglow tingles. We traded stories about gear, stage fright, playing outdoors, and wickedly funny ones that can’t be repeated here. I savored late nights in my dorm commiserating with Scott, Miles, and Walter over beer and chips. Janet and I traded self-help tips for leg cramps. I’m going home with pickle juice.
Tuesday morning Toby showed up with a whisper for a voice, so hoarse it pained me to listen. He was running on fumes, having taught workshops all the day before, and now with practically no sleep after being up most of the night working on handouts. “The box that I want to play in right now,” he croaked, “is a pharmacy in town with Tylenol and NyQuil.” During the break, I reached in my accessory pouch and handed him the Tylenol I keep for the occasional headache. “For you,” I said. “Regular strength Tylenol. I have more in my room.” His was an expression I’ll not soon forget.
Our host Alice Schiller did a commendable job putting it all together for, I think, the 11th or 12th time. But she needs an assistant, or at least a couple of volunteer coordinators. I was not alone in this assessment. The infrastructure at the College of the Atlantic is barely adequate. I wondered aloud with Scott, another academic, how it manages to hold on. “College” is a generous word for a glorified artists’ colony.
In conversations, I probably talked up the Guitar Gathering conferences a dozen times. My fellow students, mostly from the northeast, were genuinely curious about our Nashville experiences.
Surprises? None, really, in the practical sense. I noticed a couple of personal things. From beginning to end, even though I was new and had never met a soul involved with the camp, I felt unusually calm: it was a sensation both peculiar and comforting. My classmate Debby even commented on it, on how relaxed I looked while on deck to perform. And with that, sometimes I was surprised at what came out of my mouth. In a musical context, that is. You can’t watch Steve for a hour every other Tuesday night for ten years and not have something rub off on you.
Feel free to message me with questions. It’s back to the woodshed again, for a new beginning.
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A couple of videos from the Friday finale. The doors were open to the outside, visible to the left, as a covid precaution. The room was rather cool and we were dressed accordingly. Well, one of us, anyway. Here's Adam Levy directing some of the gang in “The Weight” (5:09), and right in front of Toby Walker and his girlfriend, off I go (2:53).
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What a magical week. It’s almost midnight, the rooms are quiet, the music a memory. Now we must pack and be out by 9:00 am tomorrow (Saturday).
Our stretch of perfect weather ran out this morning. A steady drizzle forced us to move the workshops indoors, and by lunchtime we faced a thunderstorm and torrential downpour that turned the gravel pathways into rivers. Anyone without all-weather boots, like me, arrived for lunch with soaking wet feet. The rain tapered off into cool, breezy mist for the rest of the day and night.
For me it was back to Toby Walker in the morning for more blues and a group rehearsal of our project, “Your Cheating Heart”. Adam Levy had to leave early, so in the afternoon we students split into two groups to work with Denise Adorante and Toby. Maybe fatigue had set in, or people wanted the time to rehearse for tonight’s show, but my group with Toby was only four people. So we each played a song for him and got a personal critique for improvement — along with some hilarious stories from his days on the road. Terrific stuff.
After dinner, it was showtime once again in that splendid, aging admin building. The student group performances were led by their respective instructors. Next came about 15 individual or duet performances for an audience of about 40. I believe every one of us, all 24, performed at some point. I landed in the fourth spot. “Why not?” I said to myself this morning as host Alice brought around the sign up sheet. A half dozen classmates, and instructor Denise, had already asked me what I was going to play tonight. I think they were curious about the newcomer.
I took my seat, looked around at all those smiling, expectant faces, my teachers in the front row, and gave them my best take on Gregg Allman’s “Melissa”. It was three sweet minutes, at least from where I sat. When I post the video, you can decide for yourself.
It was as friendly and appreciative a room as one could hope for. Tons of talent. Denise’s newbies overcame their nerves and delivered. Afterwards, it was laughter and handshakes and hugs all around. I said my goodbyes and stepped out into the dark, windy Maine night to return to my dorm; one more solo walk over the little bridge across the stream that feeds the bay. As I got to the door, a flashlight beam approached. It was Toby Walker and his girlfriend. He stopped to say goodbye. His smile said it all. I glowed. There is, indeed, magic in this world.
I remember that phrase from the childhood days, too,
" Just wait and see. "
I remember those words and how they chided me
When patient was the hardest thing to be
— 10,000 Maniacs, “How You’ve Grown”
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So who is still around after almost 2 decades?
in Guitar Open Talk
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@Cindy Hi, Cindy, it's good to see you back! After that first year here in our new home, the discussion board has quieted considerably. Doug and I monitor it daily, but there's only about a dozen regular visitors. Traffic picks up when Steve has a Live Lesson, as people download the accompanying files.
I think there are multiple reasons. DVDs have fallen out of fashion, and Legacy no longer offers the course on physical media; apparently they licensed the content to Udemy. Steve has found a niche and likely has little interest in duplicating what's available through multiple streaming services. There's also a general fatigue around social media now. It's mostly reposts and videos and emoji, and few people seem to have either the patience or capacity to write posts in comprehensible, complete sentences. I find it sad.
I was part of the last cohort of any size to start out with the LMG course, and that was twelve years ago. I've seen maybe three or four people report completing the main course or the fingerstyle course in that time. I'm just not one of them. Even years ago, we observed that once someone reached about session eight, their participation dropped off. Maybe they hit a wall or lost interest. Maybe they learned how to teach themselves.
The good news is that a significant number of us still remain connected through Steve's Live Lessons and conferences. The fingerstyle retreat is thriving, but the summer gathering remains on hiatus while Steve locates a new venue. Attendance dropped off steadily post-covid; enrollment at Trevecca took a hit and revenue with it, and Trevecca raised the facility rental fees beyond Steve's budget. We wait to see if anything materializes for this summer.
Meanwhile, Doug and I tend to the housekeeping here. Since I last heard from you, I've completed several music theory courses at the local university and lots of private lessons. So when the occasional theory question comes around, I can usually field it, as you and BenBob used to do so well. I enjoyed a two year stint in my neighborhood band, and lately play the occasional open mic. This is my way of giving back. I really look forward to seeing the gang in Nashville every year. You'll find my reports in the conferences section.
Hope to see you as a regular again! Happy Thanksgiving, and best wishes!