Music is always there for me. It gets me. It understands me. It knows what I need before I need it. It comforts me. It gives me permission to be angry. It encourages me to have hope when I feel there’s nothing else for me to hang on to. It shows me my own despair. It cries with me when I am sad. It holds my hand when I’m afraid. It celebrates my success - every time.
Music never betrays me. It stands strong when I can’t. It is always quick to challenge long held beliefs about myself - good or bad. Music just knows. It knows before I do. It’s that friend that forces me to persist when I don’t have the will. I may not understand, but it’s there. I’m thankful.
Over the past decade or more I've been upended too many times, and certainly too much to attempt to explain here. Yet, for me, music knows every battle, every hurt, every tear, every test, every loss, and every win.
I tuned in years ago. I learned to listen to what the music told me. Music is my life coach, therapist, sherpa, and I can never be anything less than vulnerable with music. It won't allow it. My soul is laid bare in its presence - always.
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Friday, June 29, 2018
Time to Fly!
Recently I saw a couple of young mockingbirds that had been pushed from the nest by their mother. They were on the ground and fluttering about attempting to fly. Mother was watching over them and even swooped down at me a couple of times when she felt I was too close. I was witness to how hard and cruel life can be. Those young birds have to figure out how to fly or become easy prey, and their mother can't help them. She's done everything she can for them. She built them a nest. She incubated them while they grew in their eggs. After they hatched she fed them when they were hungry, and protected them from the elements. Now, they have to fly, so she did what mother birds do and set them free.
On the same morning my son turned eighteen - an adult. He got up, showered, got dressed, grabbed a bag he had packed the night before and headed to the Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) in Knoxville. The next day he was poked, prodded, measured, questioned, tested, and made to walk like a duck (look it up). After his ordeal was finished he signed a six year contract with the United States Air Force and is currently in the delayed entry program (DEP) awaiting his assignment.
I feel a lot like that mother bird. I gave him a safe home. I fed him. I protected him. I taught him everything I could, but now, he has to fly - and on his own. My little bird grew to be a man, and I have to set him free.
On the same morning my son turned eighteen - an adult. He got up, showered, got dressed, grabbed a bag he had packed the night before and headed to the Military Entrance Processing Station (MEPS) in Knoxville. The next day he was poked, prodded, measured, questioned, tested, and made to walk like a duck (look it up). After his ordeal was finished he signed a six year contract with the United States Air Force and is currently in the delayed entry program (DEP) awaiting his assignment.
I feel a lot like that mother bird. I gave him a safe home. I fed him. I protected him. I taught him everything I could, but now, he has to fly - and on his own. My little bird grew to be a man, and I have to set him free.
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Tab Books! Come and Get 'em!
In the mid 1990s I bought a copy of TabRite and began converting a bunch of my hand-written tabs. Pretty soon it turned into a book. I made a couple dozen copies and just sold it locally. Banjo Master Bill Keith bought the last of my stash in 1996 and I figured that was that. Recently. though, I found a copy tucked away in a briefcase, so I've scanned it and now I'm offering it to you here. It includes the following:
Banjo Tabs
Arkansas Traveler, Banjo Signal, Beaumont Rag, Bill Cheatham, Canadian John, Cherokee Shuffle, Clinch Mountain Backstep, Dixie Hoe-Down, Farewell Blues, Fireball Mail, Good-Bye Liza Jane, Ground Speed, Londonderry Hornpipe, Old Joe Clark, Open Faced Reel, Redwing, Salt Creek, Shady Hollow Bounce, Soldier's Joy, St. Anne's Reel, Sweet Georgia Brown
Guitar Tabs
Grey Eagle, Amazing Grace, Old Joe Clark
Mandolin Tabs
Crazy Creek, Cripple Creek, Durang's Hornpipe, Leather Britches, Liberty, Old Joe Clark, Whiskey Before Breakfast
...and a bonus Ukulele Tab: Old Susannah
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Three Finger Banjo Tunes: Thirty Two tunes in TAB for 3 finger Banjo. Tunes include: Ain't Gonna Work Tomorrow, Banjo Lounge Theme, Banjo Lounge, Breakdown, Banjo Signal, Barlow Knife, Bob the Builder, Bonanza Theme, Buffalo Brain, Can't Help Falling inLove, Coo Coo's Nest, Cora is Gone, Cotton Eyed Joe, Cripple Creek, El Cumbenchero, Footprints in the Snow, Frosty the Snowman , Heffalumps and Woozles, I Have Decided to Follow Jesus, I'll Fly Away, Jerusalem Ridge, Last Chance, Life's Railway to Heaven, Little Sadie, Okie Dokie #5, Rabbit in a Log (Key of G), Rabbit in a Log (Key of D), Red Haired Boy, Rose Connely, Sunny Side of the Mountain, Up On the Housetop, Watching Scotty Grow, You Win Again, and The Zipper.You can buy your copy here:
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Clawhammer Banjo Tunes: 18 Tunes and Chord Charts for G Modal, Double C, and F Tuning.Includes the following tunes: Barlow Knife, Buttons and Bows, Cluck Old Hen, Cripple Creek, Last Chance, Leather Britches, Mississippi Sawyer, Old MollyHare, Old Joe Clark, Rock the Cradle Joe (2 variations), Sally Ann, Shortening Bread, Sleepy Eyed John, Soldiers Joy, Sandy River Belle ( 2 Variations), Sugar Hill, Wave the Ocean, and Way Lazy Hop.
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Friday, August 11, 2017
Seriously, Why Scouting?
There's not much I've done right as a parent. Oh, I try, but there's so many things I know I could do better. There is one thing, however, I got right - that was signing up my son for Cub Scouts in 2006.
Actually, truth be told, his mother signed him up. I was just the agreeable dad. I did, however, go to the first meeting. The boys started learning to play chess at that meeting while parents filled out applications. Samuel had a great time. Little did we know how much this adventure was going to change his life.
He attended weekly Cub Scout meetings where he learned games, how to use a pocket knife, and even had his first camping trip (his mother camped with him). We built several pinewood derby cars and he built several other useful items like a toolbox, picture frame, ring toss game and a recipe holder for the kitchen. He learned a lot of other things too, like to always do his best at whatever it was he was doing. He learned to be responsible and even began to learn his duty to god and country. And this was all as a Cub Scout.
Once he was old enough to be a Boy Scout (middle school) he began to learn a lot of outdoor skills. He learned to use an ax, and learned to build a fire. He learned how to pack a backpack and how to pitch a tent. He learned how to make an emergency shelter and spent the night in it. He's survived extreme heat and extreme cold. He learned to cook and feed himself. He knows how to navigate with a map and compass and knows how to ford a river. He can tie more knots than a sailor and even knows when to use them. His first aid skills are admirable and he can find other people that might be lost. What I find most striking is the amount of confidence he has to do all of those things and more.
He's done so much in scouting too. He climbed a mountain. He slept under the stars without a tent, sleeping bag, or shelter of any sort. He has hiked miles upon miles and backpacked to remote locations. He helped build bridges and trails. He has traveled to events where he represented his unit. He's taken on responsibility too by working for the council at summer camp and other events. He gives freely of his time to recruit and promote scouting and is always quick to volunteer. He works with younger scouts and dedicates a couple of days a week to work with Cub Scouts.
That's just the tip of the iceberg. There's so much more that scouting has allow him to learn and experience. The merit badges he has earned are representative of over seventy career paths or life skills. There are just too many to list. Earning each rank in scouting took effort on his part and earning the Eagle rank helped him learn how to manage a big project. There were leadership classes and opportunities for him too (and more to come). Each of these classes and opportunities have helped mold him into a confident leader and problem solver. He has learned to be very prudent and balanced.
So, while it looks like I'm bragging on my son (and maybe I am) I've written all of that to say this. As a parent, I can think of no better program to have my son in than Scouting. I can't imagine our life without Scouting. I'm always puzzled when other parents of young boys don't have their sons in Cub Scouts. Honestly, to me, it's important. I've watched my son grow from a timid kid into a confident young man willing to take on whatever the world throws at him. Wouldn't you want that for your son?
I'm almost done, but before I sign off let's look at the Scout Law. A Scout is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. Wouldn't you like to be able to say that with your son's name at the beginning?
Look, I'm not saying my son is all of those things all of the time, but he does try, and that goes back to the Cub Scout Motto which is "Do your best."
Please give scouting some serious consideration and check out https://beascout.scouting.org/
Actually, truth be told, his mother signed him up. I was just the agreeable dad. I did, however, go to the first meeting. The boys started learning to play chess at that meeting while parents filled out applications. Samuel had a great time. Little did we know how much this adventure was going to change his life.
He attended weekly Cub Scout meetings where he learned games, how to use a pocket knife, and even had his first camping trip (his mother camped with him). We built several pinewood derby cars and he built several other useful items like a toolbox, picture frame, ring toss game and a recipe holder for the kitchen. He learned a lot of other things too, like to always do his best at whatever it was he was doing. He learned to be responsible and even began to learn his duty to god and country. And this was all as a Cub Scout.
Once he was old enough to be a Boy Scout (middle school) he began to learn a lot of outdoor skills. He learned to use an ax, and learned to build a fire. He learned how to pack a backpack and how to pitch a tent. He learned how to make an emergency shelter and spent the night in it. He's survived extreme heat and extreme cold. He learned to cook and feed himself. He knows how to navigate with a map and compass and knows how to ford a river. He can tie more knots than a sailor and even knows when to use them. His first aid skills are admirable and he can find other people that might be lost. What I find most striking is the amount of confidence he has to do all of those things and more.
He's done so much in scouting too. He climbed a mountain. He slept under the stars without a tent, sleeping bag, or shelter of any sort. He has hiked miles upon miles and backpacked to remote locations. He helped build bridges and trails. He has traveled to events where he represented his unit. He's taken on responsibility too by working for the council at summer camp and other events. He gives freely of his time to recruit and promote scouting and is always quick to volunteer. He works with younger scouts and dedicates a couple of days a week to work with Cub Scouts.That's just the tip of the iceberg. There's so much more that scouting has allow him to learn and experience. The merit badges he has earned are representative of over seventy career paths or life skills. There are just too many to list. Earning each rank in scouting took effort on his part and earning the Eagle rank helped him learn how to manage a big project. There were leadership classes and opportunities for him too (and more to come). Each of these classes and opportunities have helped mold him into a confident leader and problem solver. He has learned to be very prudent and balanced.
So, while it looks like I'm bragging on my son (and maybe I am) I've written all of that to say this. As a parent, I can think of no better program to have my son in than Scouting. I can't imagine our life without Scouting. I'm always puzzled when other parents of young boys don't have their sons in Cub Scouts. Honestly, to me, it's important. I've watched my son grow from a timid kid into a confident young man willing to take on whatever the world throws at him. Wouldn't you want that for your son?
I'm almost done, but before I sign off let's look at the Scout Law. A Scout is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. Wouldn't you like to be able to say that with your son's name at the beginning?
Look, I'm not saying my son is all of those things all of the time, but he does try, and that goes back to the Cub Scout Motto which is "Do your best."
Please give scouting some serious consideration and check out https://beascout.scouting.org/
Monday, February 01, 2016
My Son the Eagle Scout
Obviously, like any parent should be, I'm proud of my son. Last year was a big year for him in scouting; he began planning and working on his Eagle project early in the year and had his Eagle Ceremony in December.
Samuel planned every moment of the ceremony, with the only exception of what I wanted to say, and my introduction of him. Here's what I had to say (with some minor edits to make it work for a weblog).
I remember reading Boys’ Life Magazine when I was a Cub Scout. I would read those articles about older boys that did great things, and about boys that became Eagle Scouts. I knew, even at a young age, that I could never do those things. I could barely swim. I couldn’t remember any knots or what they were for (still can’t). I’m not sure where my focus was then, but if we could draw a Venn diagram of my interests I’m pretty confident scouting would have been on a separate sheet of paper.
Even still, I often thought of those boys in the magazine. I didn’t know them, but I knew they were special. Even now, I think of those boys from time to time and wonder what became of them. They were real life heroes - not like heroes on television or in a comic book, but honest to goodness real life heroes that did good things and helped other people.
I remember going to a scouting event once where there were other packs and troops. I saw boys in American Indian regalia, and I remember thinking it was awesome - and maybe just a bit scary. I was impressed (or perhaps intimidated). Those boys seemed really special in my young eyes.
Now here we are - forty some odd years later. I read Boys’ Life online these days. I still see stories of boys achieving things which I could barely even dream. Those boys are still heroes - real heroes doing good things.
I still admire, what I’ve since learned is, the Order of the Arrow - a Brotherhood of Cheerful Service. These boys are truly the best of the best. Someone said recently - describing these boys that they were like “Maverick and Goose” from the movie Top Gun. I’d say that’s a pretty good analogy.
As his dad, it’s my wish that he’ll always, on his honor, do his best to do his duty to God and his country and to obey the scout law; to help other people at all times; and to keep himself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.
Samuel Pankey is: trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent.
Never once did we have the conversation about “sticking with it”. His desire to be in scouting has been obvious since he was a Tiger. He wanted this. His mom and I did everything we could to make sure he had this opportunity. We might have nudged him a bit here and there, but the work he did was his own - it had to be that way. We wanted him to be able to look back and see what he could accomplish. We wanted him to be able to say “I earned this.”
My son, an Eagle Scout - a real life hero doing good things.
Saturday, January 09, 2016
7 ways to be WEIRD - Review
I first heard the name Rushad Eggleston when I learned of a group called Crooked Still back in 2004, when I bought their Hop High album. I was immediately impressed with the cello work on that project and genuinely enjoyed the energy and excitement. That album also introduced me to Aoife O'Donovan and Greg Liszt - but that's a story for another time.
Fast forward a dozen years and I thought, "Hey, reckon what happened to Rushad Eggleston?" So I poked his name in Facebook and found his artist page. There were videos - a lot of videos. I began to watch. Captivated is a good word to describe how I felt. I giggled a lot. I know I smiled a lot, because my face began to hurt after a bit. After I felt like I was caught up on videos, I'd make a pass by Rushad's Facebook page daily, just to see if there was anything new - there usually was.
Now, I'm guessing some of you have made your way to his page by this point and are either smiling, completely confused, or both. That's good. See, music doesn't have to fit in a nice tidy little box with all of you preconceived notions of what "good music" is supposed to be. Nope. There's a bit of chaos, musicianship and creativity that blends in those videos that keeps me glued to screen until it's over and compels me to hit the button to get to the next one.
A couple of days ago Rushad posted a link to his bandcamp page. Wait, he's got recorded music for me to download? Why hadn't I already looked for this? I must be slipping!
I decided to go ahead and make a purchase. Okay, I got everything he had there, but I won't review it all. The newest work was 7 ways to be WEIRD. It's a short "album". It's seven songs in nine minutes. You read that right; it's short. Short isn't a bad thing; sometimes the chaos is better in small doses - especially if you're new to it. Furthermore, you can set your own price that you feel comfortable paying, and you even get to sample the project in its entirety. You really can't lose.
I spent the afternoon running errands with 7 ways to be WEIRD playing on my car stereo. I played it loud. I know it was good, because when other people heard it they would smile, or maybe they were smiling because I was smiling. Either way, there was a lot of smiling going on. I'm sitting here listening as I write and I'm still smiling at 2:40am.
In his own notes he said he "tried to not care, to be free, to have fun..." I've no way to know for sure if he did those things to his satisfaction, but from my perspective he did - and quite amazingly so. He also says "play it for your kids, i bet they'll understand". I played it for my fifteen year old kid and he totally got it. I was glad.
If you're ready for "something completely different" this might just be what you're needing. At only nine minutes you won't be overwhelmed. It might just be your ticket to musical fun. Go visit Rushad's bandcamp page and buy something. Oh, go on; you know you want to.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Three Year Update
The following text is a collection of random thoughts. It's just a quick update that I've been meaning to do since May, but just couldn't form it up into something clever. Consider it a rough draft. Consider it a peek into my brain in it's disorganized state. I just wanted to share.
tl;dr version: Despite the difficulties, I'd do it all again.
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In May of 2012 I walked away from my day job. I had a litany of reasons for doing it, but it was spurred by a desire to do nothing other than to play and teach music. It wound up saving my marriage, building a relationship with my son and salvaging what was left of my own mental health. You can read about it here: A Change for the Better
I knew it was going to be tough. I knew our financial situation would be difficult. It has. We've given up a few conveniences and we've had to demonstrate some creativity in paying the bills. Sometimes we get them paid, other times we get them paid later. I do sometimes feel guilty about some of the things we've needed to sacrifice. There's just not much money to go around, but that was the case when I had - what seems like - all the money anyone could ever need. If I've learned anything, it's that I'm inclined to live just beyond the edge of my means. I figure a lot of folks do that.
Since leaving the day job I've learned many things. I've learned to fix the washer and dryer; I've actually fixed bits that normally get replaced. I've learned how to do some simple plumbing and home repairs. I've also learned just how far I can go on a tank of gas. I've learned to cook some of my favorite meals that I'd have normally eaten out. I've learned to like the thermostat set to 76 in the summer and 66 in the winter. I've also learned to ask for help when I need it. I've learned about the kindness of strangers. I've learned just how generous my dad is.
Here's a big thing I've learned. You've heard the old saying, "Time is money." It's a trap, a trick, and maybe even a lie. Sure, you can sell your time for money, but you can never use that money to buy back time.
I'm also learning to value myself.
I finally got to know my son. He's a real gem. I never knew. See, that's a regret. I regret giving so much of my time to an employer that I missed being involved with him. Oh, I was home in the evenings, but the stress of the day job made me irritable. I didn't want to associate with anyone, so I glued myself to the banjo and the internet. How are things now? I couldn't ask for a better relationship with my son. Heck, I've even taken a position with the local Boy Scout District - I never had time for that before.
The relationship I have with my wife is improving, but there's a lot of mending to do. It's comforting to know she still supports my decision. We're just always struggling to pay the bills. She's not been able to find full time work, and my work, such as it is, adds to the difficulty in making regularly scheduled payments. Fortunately we don't have a lot of debt and the other folks that expect money from us have been understanding - so far. We're both hopeful that things are bound to improve. Keep her in your prayers that she'll find a full time job. We don't have much hope in her current employer ever offering her a full time position.
Would I do it again? Yes! I'd do it again, and I'd do it sooner; I've learned that it's important to follow your dreams and do those things you really want to do, even if there's not much money involved.
Spend more time with the people you love. It's worth more than any amount of money. It's important.
tl;dr version: Despite the difficulties, I'd do it all again.
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In May of 2012 I walked away from my day job. I had a litany of reasons for doing it, but it was spurred by a desire to do nothing other than to play and teach music. It wound up saving my marriage, building a relationship with my son and salvaging what was left of my own mental health. You can read about it here: A Change for the Better
I knew it was going to be tough. I knew our financial situation would be difficult. It has. We've given up a few conveniences and we've had to demonstrate some creativity in paying the bills. Sometimes we get them paid, other times we get them paid later. I do sometimes feel guilty about some of the things we've needed to sacrifice. There's just not much money to go around, but that was the case when I had - what seems like - all the money anyone could ever need. If I've learned anything, it's that I'm inclined to live just beyond the edge of my means. I figure a lot of folks do that.
Since leaving the day job I've learned many things. I've learned to fix the washer and dryer; I've actually fixed bits that normally get replaced. I've learned how to do some simple plumbing and home repairs. I've also learned just how far I can go on a tank of gas. I've learned to cook some of my favorite meals that I'd have normally eaten out. I've learned to like the thermostat set to 76 in the summer and 66 in the winter. I've also learned to ask for help when I need it. I've learned about the kindness of strangers. I've learned just how generous my dad is.
Here's a big thing I've learned. You've heard the old saying, "Time is money." It's a trap, a trick, and maybe even a lie. Sure, you can sell your time for money, but you can never use that money to buy back time.
I'm also learning to value myself.
I finally got to know my son. He's a real gem. I never knew. See, that's a regret. I regret giving so much of my time to an employer that I missed being involved with him. Oh, I was home in the evenings, but the stress of the day job made me irritable. I didn't want to associate with anyone, so I glued myself to the banjo and the internet. How are things now? I couldn't ask for a better relationship with my son. Heck, I've even taken a position with the local Boy Scout District - I never had time for that before.
The relationship I have with my wife is improving, but there's a lot of mending to do. It's comforting to know she still supports my decision. We're just always struggling to pay the bills. She's not been able to find full time work, and my work, such as it is, adds to the difficulty in making regularly scheduled payments. Fortunately we don't have a lot of debt and the other folks that expect money from us have been understanding - so far. We're both hopeful that things are bound to improve. Keep her in your prayers that she'll find a full time job. We don't have much hope in her current employer ever offering her a full time position.
Would I do it again? Yes! I'd do it again, and I'd do it sooner; I've learned that it's important to follow your dreams and do those things you really want to do, even if there's not much money involved.
Spend more time with the people you love. It's worth more than any amount of money. It's important.
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