Mining the depths of experience for a solution to my lack of banjo-related posts, I remembered my last hair cut. As it is nigh time for another, this was a couple months ago.
My barber, a short walk from my house, had closed his shop for his lunch break. Not wanting to give up and go home, I killed time at my local record store. I only had a $20, and my hair cut would take up most of that, so I wasn't expecting to purchase anything. Flipping through the "Folk/Misc." section, though, something changed my mind.
The cover was a wreck, held together with yellowed tape. But the sleeve had done its job, keeping the vinyl clean. For $2, I couldn't resist the lure of Mike Seeger, leaning against an old GMC truck parked inside the pitch black confines of a red barn, wearing jeans and a blue work shirt, above the words "The Second Annual Farewell Reunion" and featuring such old-time luminaries as the Highwoods, Roscoe Holcomb, Kilby Snow and of course the New Lost City Ramblers, among many others. It was a steal. My barber would have to deal with a smaller tip for coiffing my hair.
Just like my long pauses between posts here, actually listening to the album would take another couple weeks, as my record player is set up in the attic, and it's too hot to spend much time up there in the summer. At the end of August, while my son napped, I went up to bag and board some comic books and finally decided to put the needle to the Seeger album. I was not disappointed. I don't buy as much music as I used to, but it's still hard to beat the thrill of a good find.
My barber, a short walk from my house, had closed his shop for his lunch break. Not wanting to give up and go home, I killed time at my local record store. I only had a $20, and my hair cut would take up most of that, so I wasn't expecting to purchase anything. Flipping through the "Folk/Misc." section, though, something changed my mind.
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| It is pointless to resist. |
Just like my long pauses between posts here, actually listening to the album would take another couple weeks, as my record player is set up in the attic, and it's too hot to spend much time up there in the summer. At the end of August, while my son napped, I went up to bag and board some comic books and finally decided to put the needle to the Seeger album. I was not disappointed. I don't buy as much music as I used to, but it's still hard to beat the thrill of a good find.
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