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This was pretty cool, to be asked to return to Camp Happiness in Milford, CT. I’ve been playing for these kids, counselors and staff for around a decade or more. I didn’t realize the span that these several generations of folk that have put in, serving their community with great attention to their special-needs community. I’ve had the privilege to perform every summer, and I’ve achieved some sort of rockstar status. It only happens here, friends.

There were a bunch of alumni in the house for the hot dog picnic at noon. I pulled up to check out the situation and Maureen broadcasted that I was in the house. The picnic erupted. That’s cool.

I headed back to the air-conditioned auditorium to set up for the show. Praise to the AC, it would have brutal outside in 90 plus July temps.

It was a good session all around. There were some older folks in the back, and I was able to engage them, and as the show went on, it was gratifying to see them smiling and even getting up and dancing. The kids gave me suggestions so I rolled out Bear Hunt, Cat Came Back and Peanut Butter. I’m glad I have some ‘hits’ to call on. I picked on the counselors and they pitched right in, as they have many, many times before. They are an essential part of making these visits so successful. The kids and the counselors really have great relationships and they are the bridge to my music.

These folks have paid me well on an annual basis, and they allow me to learn things from every gig, stuff that I carry into the next season. I’m am particularly thankful for this opportunity to play for this community and earn their wonderful respect that I so rarely enjoy out on the road. I must be making a difference.

Off to Northford for some kitchen tunes with friends tonight. A pretty good day on the planet.

This has been a busy week with my fourth gig in three days, this time at my local farmers’ market a block away from home. Things were a little laid back today but that means I get to work on some of my tunes and crank them up with a sound system. I started off strong and got some good work in, and then a couple of moms with kids showed up and I went into my kids’ mode, with the magic bag of instruments laid out. It turned out to be a healthy session, though, as I was picking up some tomatoes from one of the vendor’s, he remarked that he liked the adult stuff better. Me, too!

Tomorrow, up to CT to Camp Happiness and an evening pickin’ party with my old friends Friday night.

I get invited back to do one of these concerts in the PP&L Plaza every summer, and though the turnout is usually slim, there are always some good moments. I also get to bang my music off of the city’s buildings. Several familiar faces came by and took in some tunes, but there were several kids that tickled me. One particularly precocious girl came right up and suggested Magic Penny. She said, “I’m still three.” We had several conversations throughout the afternoon, and she had no fear of coming up and starting a chat. It was amusing to the audience as well.

Another group of folks came up and requested Peanut Butter, and, though I had done it earlier, I complied. The dad came up while I was packing up and said that his daughter was in town from the West Coast, with her daughter and wanted to come out to see Dave Fry and hear some of the music she grew up on. This generational thing is fairly regular now, these days. That’s cool.

Following the TV show on Tuesday, I had a set at a retirement village on the northside of Bethlehem. Several familiar faces including a music teacher, tuba player and member of the Allentown Band. Ilike these events because I can play some songs, talk about folk music and entertain some active minds. It went over well, with several folks thanking me at the end. Several people were surprised to learn about the depth and breadth of folk music, so that was cool.

I sold a CD to a couple for their great grandchild.

I was asked to go on a local cable TV show to promote Musikfest so I taped some music for the Mike Zambelli Show. Mike is an affable host and we had a good chat about my years at Musikfest, my kids’ music and I played a couple of very short tunes. The producer invited me back for the new season in September. Whoopee!

I was asked to be part of a benefit concert at the IceHouse for the Bethlehem Public Library with a several poets, musicians and a dancer. I was glad to be asked. It was an eclectic evening featuring an Aztec ritual dance, several angst poets, some with musical accompaniment and some avante musicians. Ostensibly folks were supposed to do 15 minutes, but often folks who don’t do this regularly can’t gauge that time limit realistically.

I was the sacrificial closing act and I decided three songs and some talk, so I probably went too long myself. I did Giant, Lessons from Pete and finished with Giants with two fellow artists in the audience up with me on Thunder Tubes. It was a good, raucous way to finish the evening. It was a long night but a good evening of local folks using the stage to perform and there were supporters of the library there to take it all in.

 

This is the third year I’ve been ‘donated’ to Urban Promise camps in downtown Trenton, thanks to AIR (Artists in Residency), an arts-education group in Bucks County. I visit three day camp centers, usually over three separate days. Today, I was prepared for two sets in the morning at Trinity, and one set at St. Mike’s. I was surprised when I found out it was two sets at both places. This is going to be a long day….

These are essentially all inner-city black kids and counsellors. I am concerned with dealing with black culture as an older white hippy with a guitar. But, as always, once I’m in the space, we are cool. Still, it is very intense work.

I have developed some good ways to engage, somewhat different material, but lots of goofing around, bag of instruments, and gauged for the different age groups. The older kids are harder to convince, but there are always boys and girls who are ready to join in. I work them hard.

I also try to rope in the ‘sitouts’ with the Thunder Tube, and having active counselors makes all the difference.

The first two sets were in The Crypt, one of the more amazing rooms I’ve ever played it. It’s been an inspiration I use to gather attention, right off the bat, with the echo of “Whoo” in Peanut Butter. It forces everyone to act together and then remain silent to experience the sound. Zen, for sure. Both sets were pretty cool.

Off to St. Marks.

St. Marks was only a mile and a half away, so I took the chance to park under a tree and do some TM before the next two sets. It’s a good thing to do today.

This space was more spartan, a fellowship hall with limited air-conditioning and some loud fans. I settled in with the older kids first and the youngun’s next, and most of us made to the end of each set. All the kids were polite and respectful but still somewhat reserved, while other kids launched right in. I have to try to engage each kid somehow. It is intense work, and today gave me four sessions to work on what I do.

It’s good work.

It was a fine Saturday morning, weather-wise, so I headed over to the North Side for two hours under a big ole tree. This FM is in it’s second year, and they found a community patron to pay me my fee, recognizing my efforts to make this a family-friendly event.

Not many folks in front of my, since I have my back to the main row of vendors and the generator going on there. So, I face out to the green grass of the park and bang away on my guitar and mandolin, try out new stuff, stuff that needs work and stuff I’m trying to remember.

There are some young families that stop by and hang out, and that’s great fun. A couple of older hippies like me stop and take in a few songs. One woman even asked for Smokin’ Babies!.

A few tips, a CD sale and a bag of lettuce and tomatoes from the vendor across from me. There ya go.

Another doubleheader today, starting a daycare in Hellertown in the morning. It was a large age span with toddlers and babies along with some older elementary kids and their counselors. I made a point to ask the three teen counselors to join in with the kids and they were good sports and foils during the show. I thanked them for their support after the show.

We had a good time and ended up dancing, especially with the toddlers. The teachers all enjoyed the show and I had lots of spontaneous questions and comments throughout, some of them quite funny. That’s part of the process.

Off to Marvine school at noon for the Summer Slide kids.

Roland Kushner had put together myself, Mary Faith Rhoads and Rick Weaver for a celebration of the late, great Stan Rogers’ music. We had pieced together this last summer with some success and Roland was a stern taskmaster this year, with multiple, multiple rehearsals. I missed a bunch due to heavy performing schedules, but Mary, Rick and Roland did a lot of work on the tunes and the vocals. It paid off tonight.  Folks were much more relaxed and confident and it was a pleasure to be on stage with them all.

There was a surprising number of people who came out, several who had seen Stan at the club back the the late 70’s and early 80’s. We rolled through the set list, with each taking the lead. The conversation was real and the music was strong. Dulcimer, concertina, guitar, octave mandolin, mandolin, mandocello, rain stick and rub board. A nice sonic menu.

I tremendously enjoyed  the role of backup mandolinist, adding to the percussive and chordal strength of Stan’s songs. They really rock, if you play them strong, and that’s what I can add to this ensemble.

I added several very strong songs with Giant, How Legends are Made and a newer one Oh No, Not I. I really had a good time watching my friends perform for a wonderful Godfrey’s audience and doing such a fine job. It was sweet.

I got a FB message at 5 pm that afternoon that the Philly Folk Song Society wants us to play for a PFFS monthly meeting. That’s mighty fine, and Rick, Mary and Roland were quite pleased.

Quick turnaround on Saturday morning from twelve hours on the road the day before. I had to drive one mile for this one, Peas and Q’s at ArtsQuest for the Saturday kids’ show. There was a mighty chance of rain, and we were setting up on the outside stage for this one. Fine with me.

My good friend John Christie was signed up for this one. He had his shoulder worked on months ago, and I offered this gig to him just after his surgery. He thought this would be a good chance to emerge from his therapy cocoon. I remarked at the end of the gig, it seemed so long ago we agreed to do this. It was a pleasure to have him back in the saddle again.

There was a healthy crowd gathering, and I encouraged folks to move closer. There were many familiar faces, now grandparents, in the crowd. It was a nice, friendly show (I even met a family at Costco (!!) the next day who were there…) and some great moments throughout.

There was one family with three brothers, the eldest being a teen. The middle bro was right up front playing with me and I noticed the older brother (with a Pink Floyd T-shirt on…) was getting into it. I was surprised so I worked on him from the stage. He was great and eventually came up to play Thunder Tubes with his brother. It was great theater for the rest of the crowd as well.

On the other hand, I did Peanut Butter and Jelly and forgot to do the initial “Peanut, Peanut Butter”. That was pretty funny, and John corrected me. I knew something was weird. Seems I had a little jet lag going on myself.

It was good to be back in Bethlehem.

 

I seem to insist on returning to the Madison Green Farmers’ Market in my old hometown in the aughts. It remains a bitter-sweet tour, driving all the old routes that I drove from CT to PA and back when I was married, supporting my family up there. I do appreciate the time spent in the car, listening to my mix tapes, leftist podcasts and enjoying some time to think.

A friend suggested the night before that traveling on a Fourth of July Weekend Friday was, perhaps not the best idea. Taking his suggestion, I left at 9:30 am for the 3:00 pm gig. Good move, and, for the first time in my memory, I didn’t get there “nick o’ time”. Low stress counts for a lot.

There was a new market manager who suggested I turn my back to the market traffic and point out to the open green where folks had been gathering on blankets over the last few months. I really balked at that, especially since I try to aim at the passing grazers for tips, with kids reacting to the music right in front of me. This is a notoriously upscale community, and it’s hard enough to get tips from them.

After one song, one family set up on the lawn so I turned myself around. Screw it. I’ll play for folks who are going to listen. Two young boys took it up right away, and for the next hour and a half, we had a great time. Gradually, other families stopped by and the three hours went quickly. Almost all the tips were one buck. That bothers me, frankly.

Anyway, I enjoy getting out of PA, play for three hours on a lovely summer afternoon on a New England town green.

Twelve hours on the road. Got back to Fourth Street at 9:30 pm. Closure.

I started a new acoustic jam in Emmaus on Thursday night, and it was quite interesting. I had never walked into this place, but thanks to some fine scouting by my friend Greg Buragino. We set up outside on the back ‘veranda’, and folks gathered for the evening. Reasonable armless furniture was pretty rare on site so that was the immediate hump. We moved along to creating a reasonable space for the jam. A beautiful evening with a waxing moon rising in the west. This’ll be nice.

An assortment of banjo pickers, fiddlers, harp players, guitarists and the ilk started in on a variety of songs, fiddle tunes, blues and more so I tried to guide the session onwards. Various non-players gathered and really enjoyed the music and the banter. That’s what it’s all about. The bubbles of community rising to the surface.

It’s a fine balancing skill to do one of these jams. I have to assess the skills, the musical genres, the performance abilities, the reaction of the folks observing (it is a performance….) and try to make it work on many levels. It is intense but worth the effort.

A good night, for sure.

I finally got to play at my neighborhood farmers’ market on Thursday. It was good to be back among the vendors, Lehigh folks, etc. so set up early and walked up from 4th Street with my mando and guitar to the gig at noon. I rolled into my strong stuff right away and it felt good to be back. I tried out “I Can See Clearly Now” early on when one of my good friends Hope strolled down the stairs. She’s got a superlative voice and I shouted out that I could use her harmonies on this one. Later on, she emailed me that she was taken by surprise by the song, not knowing it was me, appreciating  my ‘beautiful’ voice and good guitar work.  “I did not know whose sweet voice was singing “Bright Sunshiny Day” as I came down the hill from my office. Sweet guitar, too. The timing sounded a little like Dave Fry, but as a singer, Dave Fry owns words like “powerful,” and “stylin’,” and “charismatic,” and “gritty.” I have never heard your voice sound so — well, pretty is the best word for it — as it was on that song. That was absolutely lovely. Bravo, dear friend. May your music never stop being surprising and fresh!” Kind words from a friend. It made my day.

It got weird though after that. I notice a film crew on the scene, asking permission from the market manager. They cruised in on me, the surrounding area, my bare feet and my guitar work. This is cool. The man and woman in charge then asked me if I could be interviewed, specifically about the SouthSide Bethlehem’s history with the decline of the Steel Mill in town. Why not, since I have survived it.

I learned then that it was a Russian TV crew. That’s weird. So, they miked me up and we chatted on camera about the shift of the steel industry into the arts industry, why I play in bare feet, the demise of the steel company (greed on the part of the unions and the management), the great diversity of ethnic neighborhoods on the SouthSide, the fight for arts in the Valley and other subjects. I was pretty frank.

They asked for a song, so I unwrapped “Ten Men” from David Mallett, a tune we’re working on for the new CD,  and a most politically charged tune. (I still screwed it up in my mind). It was long so they’ll never use it all. But here I was playing socialist music for Russian television. Not what I had planned for the afternoon.

The rest of the gig passed gently, with some mom’s and their kids stopping by, some foreign folks on campus for a seminar on lunch break (one African lady joining in on tamborine). and some superb summer weather. All in all, a surprisingly wonderful gig.

 

I was asked by my friends at the George Taylor House to entertain a group of kids from the Catasauqua YMCA summer camp on the lawn at the site. A mix of ages, with some of the younger ones asking questions in the middle of songs, politely raising their hands. You can’t discount curiosity. Several kids knew me from a gig I had at the town pool last year so we felt right at home.

There was one boy who clung to one of the counselors, burst into tears when he was late to pick up an instrument and was pretty hot and cold emotionally. Having just played for kids with cancer, I reined myself in and tried not to prejudge him, thinking, upon reflection, that he may be having a tough time at home, for whatever reason. I have to watch myself sometimes.

It was a nice, small gig in the middle of the summer. All in all, just fine in my book.

I finished up my whirlwind tour on Sunday in nearby Hellertown at 9:30 am. I was asked to lead a summer service, focusing on ‘Community Singing’, so I had a chance to play for a few kids, some families and elder folks in the congregation. I’ve done these before and I enjoy, once again, trying to mix in the children’s stuff with the adult. There were only a few kids today, so I didn’t bring in the bag and went with All God’s Critters for the children’s section.

I did get to play “Bird of Paradise” and “Branching Out” as a prelude, offered a few comments and the service launched. I was warned not to go beyond one hour, seeing how it was a summer service, and I obliged. I was glad to offer another new tune “We Are Welcomed” that I’ve recently worked up. It’s still in developmental stage, but this was the perfect place to drag it out in the public ear. It worked quite well, and I thank Claudia Schmidt for introducing it to me through my radio show two weeks ago. It’s now up and running.

I was asked to do “the message” about community singing, and decided to do it on the fly and finish it up with “Lessons From Pete”. I found myself talking about singing in church as a child, standing next to my dad (who was a really good singer), and feeling proud that I could raise my voice and sing with my family and the congregation. I surprised myself with that observation. I seldom credit my father’s place in my musical heritage, and today, this brought it back home, so to speak.

I followed with “Lessons from Pete” which I didn’t quite nail down. Drat.

Due to a snafu in the program, I had a chance to fill a slot and I did “I Can See Clearly Now”, again another opportunity to work this fine song out in public. I’m still working on finding the best way to get the audience to sing the ‘Bright’s’ back to me. If I can work this out, this will be a keeper.

I wrapped up the service with “Magic Penny” getting the folks to sing their parts (women, men, kids, all, all a capella… a nice community celebration of voice). I followed with the postlude with some mandolin tunes.

As it turned out, it was about 45 minutes, well under the fore-warned hour limit, and I thought everyone got something out of it. I got several compliments, waves, smiles, etc. as folks left, sold a few CD’s and did a good job for local congregation’s summer service.

Three gigs in less than 24 hours. I got paid well and I was out in the community doing my craft. That’s pretty cool.

I was asked to do a 3:30 set at this benefit festival for the Quakertown Food Pantry at St. Paul’s Church in rural Quakertown/Springtown. It was a whole afternoon of music under a big tent, with a big sound system and a whole variety of music acts including my friends Two of a Kind, several local rock bands, a solo guitarist noodling behind loops, and a steel drum band that couldn’t make it for the last set. It paid well, and the church community does it’s best to put on a good afternoon of entertainment.

I made it in plenty of time and set up for my 45 minute set. Once again, I was booked to do family/kids music but there were very few kids when I started. I have to negotiate these sets, playing to the adults while trying to establish the fact that I’m doing kids material. I have to engage the adults as best I can.

I did get to start out with I Can See Clearly Now, a tune that I have recently worked up, but needs some public performance for me to start to own it.  Eventually a family settled in, finished the packed supper they brought in. They finished up and asked the dad, the young daughter and son to come up for Giants. It was a good way to engage them and the adult audience. It worked well and the rest of the set kept folks attention, with the help of the children dancing in front of the stage.

Once again, I played for twenty or thirty folks, worked them as best I could and entertained those who were there. It’s hard work, and, between the NJ gig and this PA gig, I was totally spent when I got back to Fourth Street.

I was amused by the other local bands who played before and after me. All the guitarists and bass players brought in incredible effects boards, some having eight or so pedals in front of them. It seems to be the state of the art to have “My Sound” available for these guys, with only secondary thought about the material or stage presentation. This is the world of entertainment, nowadays…. Curious.

This was the first of three gigs in 24 hours, and this was at a small town festival across the Lehigh River from Easton. I got there for a 1 pm set, headed to the stage with the big sound system. It’s then I found out I was off to the much smaller, pop-up tent stage in the kids’ area. No problem. I had a great sound system, and felt quite comfortable in this situation. So, nobody around but the sound guys, and I launched in, playing to no one in particular. I was playing the Cat Came Back when an older couple came into the tent, singing the words. This is a good sign. As they settled in, a young couple with a very cute boy toddler met them and pulled out a blanket. Seems they were aiming for my set.

As we played, I found out that the dad was raised on my music so was quite familiar with my material. I was particularly struck by the young boy. His eyes zoomed in on me and my guitar – one of those magic moments when a child discovers live music. Over the course of my set, the lad headed for the bag of instruments, glommed onto the maracas and started to play. There were some very fine moments with the grandchild, the grandparents and the mom and dad, taking some pics, playing with the child.

Often I play in front of next to nobody, but there are moments like these that define my craft. I finished up and headed out to my second gig in the afternoon, over in Applebachsville, PA for a Joyful Noise festival about 45 minutes away. Round one.

I had a two set afternoon with the kids and counselors at Camp Smile, a gathering for the Pediatric Cancer Foundation of the Lehigh Valley. It’s held on the campus of Cedar Crest College and the crew and kids were resplendent in tie-dyed tee shirts on this first day of the camp. There was some heavy storms on the way so we decided to move inside the Tomkins Center for the sessions. I was just part of the action today, with a water slide and several Star Wars characters roaming the facility, too, including the heavy-breathing Darth Vader.

As is always the case in these situations, I insisted that the counselors be integrated in the ‘show’, and they all got the message, though, several times I would stop the music and focus attention on one counselor to actively commit to the motions (with feeling!). It worked and they understood their role as mentors.

There were few kids who were somewhat hesitant to join in, and I had to remind myself of the situations some of the kids are in. Some have cancer, while others have members of their family dealing with the disease. But my job is to brighten things up, get them singing, laughing and moving. That’s what we did and the folks who hired me were pleased with the results.

During the shows, Darth could be heard just outside the doorway and would occasionally pop in to say hello. That was definitely a show stopper as the kids would go nuts, and I was unsure how to connect his visits with my music. Once, as he exited, I even mentioned that he was a party pooper for not sticking around. Eventually, he and two stormtroopers came in and one of the counselors called me out for saying that about him, and a big groan went up from the crowd. It was pretty funny. I then made the mistake of saying Star Trek instead of Star Wars, and I was now in pretty deep with the Dark Lord.

I figured I’d get Darth to dance, so I quickly introduced All Around the Kitchen, got the kids up, had several of the kids come up with some dance moves and soon Darth, the stormtroopers, counselors and kids were all boogying. The atmosphere was electric and incredibly funny. I really appreciate the actors in those costumes being loose enough to follow my lead and some rich theater popped up out of nowhere. There was so much joy in the room.

I was reflecting on this as I awoke this morning, and the symbolism is fairly obvious. These kids are wrestling with their own dark lords every day, with cancer in their lives, in their families. And sometimes you just have to dance with the devil in order to process it all. It was a very curious way to do it but it turned out to be a spontaneous and creative way to express such feelings. I was in awe of the process and proud to be a catalyst for a part of it. It was a glorious riot!

The day before, I had my doubts that the weather would cooperate on this one. But, it turned out to be rain-free, though hot and muggy. I set up among the soap, dog biscuit, wine, goat cheese, pastries and indigenous plant folks, took off my shoes, set the kid bait (the ubiquitous shaker bag) and launched into my Sunday morning folk sermon. A three hour tour… a three hour tour…..

Today, I brought out my mandocello, just to air it out and simply get to know it. It remains a powerful instrument that needs to be played. I noodled on mandolin, exercised numerous tunes in various states of flux, took mental notes and “played”. These sessions continue to be instructive.  I work on lyrics, new songs, chatter with the other vendors and try to engage those who pass by. I value these opportunities.

I’m always amazed at the kids that cruise right by, always with a parent or grandparent doing the circuit. I also think about my tips into my mandolin case. Folks assume I’m trying to sell my CDs (I am.) and disregard the tip jar. That’s what I’m here for. And a dollar is mighty cheap for what youse get.

I closed up at noon, packed the car with some good help, and then walked the space to thank the vendors and get to introduce myself to them. I got some fine mushrooms from one fellow. One chat with a vendor at several other places I play. She had some valuable comments about having me on the grounds.

She said that they miss me when I’m not there. As vendors, they appreciate that I am able to engage the kids, giving the opportunity for the parents and the vendors for some serious barter time, to chat without interruption, and make sales. Seems obvious to me, but sometimes (including this site) the organizer doesn’t recognize the value of having live music, and paying for it.

As usual, time passed quickly, and I had many rich interactions with friends, children, vendors and my repertoire that made the time fly by.