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I was asked to serve up some family music at this friendly (and large) late summer community festival at St. Ann’s Church up in Emmaus for a Friday and Saturday 5 pm set. I’m not sure how this landed in my lap, but, apparently I did play the St. Ann’s school last century, and several folks suggested me. Since I’m getting used to playing for folks these days, I jumped at the chance.

I was able to set up on the stage in a tent before the evening’s rock and roll bands went on at 7 pm. I brought my small system and it seemed to be enough for the space. At 5 pm, there’s not much action so I started out solo, and gradually some kids, girl scouts, parents and grandparents moved into range. I brought out the stuffed instrument bag, opened it up and away we go….

Friday had a bit more kids joining in and Saturday was a bit tougher, though one dad/son boogied for the whole set. That was cool. I ran into a few folks who knew who I was (the music teacher at the school who plays oboe!) but it was sparce. The small interactions were good, but, again, I really have no draw for my kids’ shows.

The sponsors were appreciative and thanked me for providing some music for the kids. They also helped me get my stuff to and from the stage which was a big help. They paid me well (what I asked for…) and will let me know about next year. It was a tough gig though.

On the final day of Musikfest, I performed in the studios of TV-39, our local PBS station for the last day of their 10 day Summer Jam series. For me, it’s an honor to be part of this run since the other performers are, for the most part, national family music professionals. I’m still a little uncomfortable to be in this fraternity. As it turns out, the crew and staff at the station think I’m right there.

Only a few weeks ago, the sessions were scheduled to be in front of two sets of kids and parents in the studio. I did a show a few weeks ago there and it was a hoot. But, with Covid restrictions rising in the last 10 days, TV-39 switched to doing one show in the studio without a live audience and extending the show to include a live TV broadcast from the station as well as a broadcast to the big Jumbotron outside of the station.

An elegant stage set.

I got there at the proscribed 8 am for the 11 am show and the 9 am sound check. No one was there and that was somewhat expected: a Sunday, the crew knew my specs and they had everything set up for all the shows that week. I finally got in by 8:30 and went through the Covid checks. All the staff had to be masked but as the performer, somehow I got off the hook. They told me that I was going to do a 27:30 set (I had planned for 45 minutes.) and that there would be a countdown clock right it front of me. I would have a few seconds leeway at the end. No problem.

My sight lines, with my monitor to the right.

Since there was no audience to play for (drat, one of my strongest suits for television) I decided to bring out some bling – my mandolin and banjo and added them into my short set. We got a sound check on everything and I settled in for the show to start. I changed strings on the mandolin, visited the deli tray in the lounge, meditated, etc.

At 11:00 they started the show and away I we go: Peanut Butter, All God’s Critters (banjo), Giants, I’m Gonna Tell (mandolin), We Gave Names to the Animals and (with 2:30 left) I finished with an abriviated Jelly in the Dish. I worked the cameras with lots of facials, finger-pointing at the audience and as much gravy as I could muster. And, as the countdown headed to 0:00, I finished by doing a “studio fade” (softer and softer) in the studio on Jelly and nailed the time with a “thanks.” I could tell the crew loved it. It was pretty cool, I must say myself. After we went off the air, the crew cheered. They were as good an audience as I could hope for.

The show was broadcast outside the TV-39 studios to any families that came by on the Sunday morning. I have no idea how many showed up but the pictures are cool.

The crew was asked not to react during the show, in that it would sound pretty weak with only a few folks in the house. But, as I found out later, during Names, my remark about a butt-saggin’ dragon made one of the camera women laugh out loud. At the end, I thanks TV-39 and the camera crew and the “camera person” in particular for their warmth and professionality. She delighted in that I gave her a shout-out and said “camera person.”

The producer Kira Willey was there, as was Katie Brennan, the production manager. Both were very appreciative of my show and they hope to use my show to help put together a potential package for a family music series with myself and the other performers in the series. I can see something nice coming out of my Sunday morning at the station.

It was great to be treated like a professional in my home town.

 

I did two morning sets in the TV-39 studios on Tuesday, this time without video-taping, simply a live session with kids, moms and grandmoms, for the most part. As usual, I was treated nicely by the staff, sound crew and all. Some of the folks go back to my time recording Play Guitar With Dave Fry back in the ’90’s up at the Mountaintop studio.

I was scheduled to do two thirty minute sets, give or take, but since it wasn’t a live TV show, I had room to go a little longer. I did much of my regular songs including Giants with two brothers on thundertubes that was fun.

I brought out The Bear Hunt for the first time in many months. It’s one that demands a live audience that I haven’t had during the pandemic. It was good to dust it off.

I was honored to be asked to be part of the series and glad that I’ll be part of the Summer Jam series during Musikfest. I’ll be there the last Sunday, August 15th.

My local food c0-0p will be moving into a large, former car dealership on the Northside of town and I was asked to perform for a couple of hours as the aging hippies gathered in the parking lot. There were some food trucks near by, our local ice cream vendor and a DJ at hand and a tented area for folks to sit and eat. I found a nook in the shade, set up my small sound system and set in to playing. I put out my bag o’ instruments and started to troll.

Many familiar faces and some folks were listening from the tent. No problem that no one was nearby. It’s all about the ambience. Eventually, several moms, dads and kids made their way over to the shakers and I had my connections in gear. One lad sat next to me and was working the maracas. He was really getting into it and was coming up with some rather sophisticated moves. I opened up some spaces for him to extemporize and got him to count off the start to a song. He really nailed it, and, later, his dad said that he does have a gift for music. Another young girl took to the scarves and lost herself in dance. Again, her dad expressed some surprise with her ease in movement.

The bugger of the gig was the fact that I was set up next to the food trucks which were running their engines during my set, a constant rumble and an air of gasoline for the whole time. I was glad I had my PA, but it was cranked up more than usual. It took a toll on my voice later that afternoon at Father Folk.

It was a good gig and much appreciated by the organic crowd. When the sun moved overhead, I packed it in a little early and I was grateful to get a head start out to Berks County.

The Gig

I knew this was a strange gig for me – a fire company carnival in July. I do applaud the organizers in booking a family folk show, but compete with rides, food, side shows? I knew what I was up against. And I am well aware of my lack of draw here in the Lehigh Valley. Still very glad to get a gig. In fact it was one of my first post-lockdown bookings. I do play the local farmers’ market and a local church, so I was glad they shopped local.

I brought Kris Kehr along for the gig, knowing I needed some umph on base for a two hour set, and some brotherly support on a set list that would have to be kids and Americana music. I’m really glad I did. Still, I was concerned that I could play a fire company carnival.

The carnival behind the stage.

We were booked for 6:30 – 8:30, earlier than some carnival shows, but I suggested the time slot for families on a Tuesday night in July. I got there, met Kris and then we figured we go over to the band shell and set up. I used my RockRoots sound system and it did fill up the stage, and, along with Kris’s bass amp, we provided a pretty good sound. I was curious why my contact Angela hadn’t shown up.

The vast and empty lawn, pre-show.

There was a miniscule audience, but enough to engage with (on a personal level), and the bag of instruments was splayed out on the lawn in front ot the stage. Again, the bag works its wonders and kids, moms, dads took some time out to play with their kids. I’m sure it also entertained Kris and me and made the night shorter.

It was a very mixed bag of songs and I’m glad I put together a long list of songs to do: R&R, bluegrass, country, family tunes. We used them all up. I can’t say enough what a good friend Kris is to back me up on these songs. He said that he even could dial up my newer stuff from my 365 Series on YouTube and bone up on my keys/arrangements. Cool. A friend indeed.

I really should have changed strings. I was battling the whole time with tuning and a thuddy sound on the Martin. The summer weather seems to kill strings. No wonder there. But, I didn’t break any, so that’s a positive.

Pavilion Stage

We made it through the two hours and we did a good job, No check or contact person. This happens.

Post Gig 

I got back home around 9 pm and checked my email and there was note, “Just wanted to check and see if you are on your way for the music for carnival tonight, we’re here at the pavilion.”  Ack! We had actually arrived on site around 5:55. I quickly emailed Angela that we showed up and played. And, of course, my mind went into “What if?”  Was the band shell and the pavilion two different places? Was I to play in the carnival grounds? Would I get paid? It kept me up pretty late.

When I got up at 2 am to post my daily YT song, there was a note from Angela: “Hi Dave – oh it was perfect, you were in the correct spot 🙂 I saw you setting up from afar and started to head over and then got pulled into helping with the food and beer tent and didn’t get to make it over to catch you before you started playing. The performance was terrific!” Big sigh of relief! This is never easy these days. Check in the mail.

 

Some gigs are starting to come in, and this was one of the first that landed in my lap this spring, before there was any sign of the clouds parting in the pandemic. I have a friend Lisa who has booked me consistently in the parks system in Spring Township outside of Reading. The date came around on a perfect late spring night. Clear skies and low 70’s.

I was in West Lawn Park, a semi-urban setting and a new one for me. There was a nice small stage overlooking a paved area and a playground in the back. Folks set up chairs and blankets in front of the stage and it was a nice mix of grandparents, parents and kids. I set up my small PA system for this one, and it worked well.

Nose Dad and Son

As folks settled in, I got out some of the foam noses to play with the kids and dads, breaking the men into this situation. The men are the hardest to loosen up and this works really well.

Thundertube Brothers

I started out with I Like Peanut Butter, Tutti Tah, I Wanna Be a Dog. It’s been a while since I’ve done a set live, so I was feeling my way. I broke out the rhythm instruments for Skip To My Lou and Shoo That Fly, broke out the scarves for Jelly in the Dish, and the bag of animal puppets for We Gave Names to the Animals. This progression of interactive tools worked quite well tonight and the playground was hoppin’!

Scarves

I had a particularly nice interaction with a Latina grandmother whose tween granddaughter was having a good time. The elder woman wanted in on the tambourines, the scarves and the shakers and I made sure she knew I appreciated her energy. At the end of the night, at the edge of the stage, I blew her a kiss, and she responded with a hugging motion. So sweet and it made my evening.

The evening went really well and the parks and rec folks were quite pleased. I was paid better than any gig in the last year and I got my legs under me once again.

It was an hour’s drive to and fro, and I must admit I have missed my time on the road.

I’m still not satisfied with the production values (sound) of these online broadcasts but getting more comfortable with the content. At least, I pushed the red button this time and went on air promptly at 10:30.

I opened with Nursery Rhyme Rock, one I haven’t rally featured at all, though it’s on my I Like Peanut Butter CD.

I introduced the rainstick and followed it with Tropical Vacation. It turned out to be a good exploration, linking the instrument and the song. I did Woody Guthrie’s Finger in the Air  a Capella, and it was light and fun. I did some new verses to The Cat Came Back.

I’ve had to chose between using a mike into a small amp to my right (as in my daily Kitchen Sessions posts) and having the freedom to move (mike-less) for the performance values for kids show. The computer’s mike system is not working well, with sudden drop-outs and I tend to sing flat without the monitor. I’m hoping that my new camera (lost in Fed Ex land for several weeks) will improve both visual and audio issues. We’ll see next week.

Next up, Magic Penny and This Little Light of Mine, both on the mandolin. Both were good choices and it was nice to work up Light for the first time.

I’m having fun in the post-concert production, using the movie maker program to edit, add script to the proceedings and generally creating a more professional and education show. I’m getting better at that as I go along.

Generally, I’m pleased with where this is taking me. Still, no tips but valuable experience. Tagger’s having a great time.

We’ll see what happens on next Tuesday’s show.

 

Tuesday’s Family Kitchen Session was another learning experience and I’m grappling with the “live” part of the show. Again, I pressed the wrong “go live” button, only to find, six minutes in, it was only live to me. There’s the BIG RED one at the bottom. Hopefully, the second goof will be the charm.

I started with my Watermelon set: Watermelon on the Vine and the Watermelon Slurp tune. That set up nicely. I asked for some dance moves for an up-coming song but the chat box didn’t seem especially active except for John and Wendy. So glad to have their feedback, so to speak.

I followed with I’m Gonna Tell which went well. I’ve been doing this one a long time.

Next up, a dance tune Jimalong Joe. I went online and found two extra verses that are wonderful and give the tune some historical perspective about minstrel show/riverboat dancer Jimalong Joe. I put those up front with the two I know already. With no suggestions from the chat room, I went with hop, skip, twist and through in floss. It’s a much stronger song now that I’ve revisited it and will do it again, hopefully with more response.

I introduced Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear as a poem from my past. Again, its a very playful and short piece that ties in with my being a kid. Again, I went on line and found some extra verses, some of which border on adult themes, but that’s fine. It worked well as a performance piece and the vocal play is rich. This is another one that can be explored further.

“Fuzzy Wuzzy felt so loosey, Sat Fuzzy Wuzzy in Jacuzzi, Fuzzy Wuzzy had two doozies, with Lucy and Suzy in Jacuzzi.”

I then did my Sally set: Sally Go Round the Sun and Little Sally Walker. The first one is a one-verser with opportunity to vocalize the ‘Whooooops!” while tossing scarves in the air. I then spent some time with Little Sally Walker and got to explain how a playsong works. It seemed to work fine but, as it is with these virtual broadcasts, hard to gauge its effectiveness. Just have to trust it.

John Christie’s son Nathan at home.

I finished with a short version of We Gave Names to the Animals and asked for animal suggestions in future posts. It was a strong way to finish off, with a good dance beat.

I finished up in 31 minutes and reached 312 people but only engaged 117. It’s interesting but humbling to check the stats on these shows.

I come away thinking that the presentation quality isn’t up to professional snuff, but, by writing this blog, I find myself realizing that the material is okay and delivered in my own style. There was some new additions to the material that I can keep on using. I shall persevere.

This is a long but welcome gig on my end-of-the-year schedule. Peeps Fest is a two day family festival at Arts Quest here on the SouthSide on the New Year’s Eve and the day before. I had the opportunity to snag the day before in case a fat NYE pops up. I trade sets with Eddie Ray, a Reading-area magician in one of the “ballrooms”. There’s a small sound system and some chairs serve as a stage while various hands-on arts and science activities take up the rest of the room. Thankfully, we can hold our own in the chaos. But I have four sets with Eddie’s three sets in between. For me, it’s a long day, from 9:15 arrival to my departure at 5 pm.

I was real glad when my friend John Christie asked if he could sit in, pro bono. It made for a much more enjoyable day for me, not only for his fine licks on guitar, but his presence makes it easier for me to concentrate on the audience, stretch the songs out a little more and give the adults some nasty electric guitar along the way.

Amazingly (and perhaps because of the rainy weather) there were people in the audience from the get-go. And there seemed to be a critical mass of kids and parents for the duration of the event. There were times in the past when it was me and my guitar and the volunteers in the room.

There are always several great moments.

One family was encouraging their young son to ask me for a request. After some prodding, he said he wanted “Figure It Out” from the Playground Album. I learned it from Michael Cooney and actually seems over the head for most kids. It mentions Einstein, Buddha, Freud and Isaac Newton’s sister. Serendipitously, I had just played it the week before at Dave’s Night Out. So, I played it for him to the delight of the mom and son.

Later in the day, John and I were stretching a dance tune, and while the kids in front were playing with scarves, puppets and shakers, a tall, well-dressed black man came up and started to dance for us all. He was all arms and legs but he moved with a finesse and style that caught our eye, and eventually everyone in the room. We finished the tune, thanked him and he quietly walk out into the room. It was a wonderful moment, especially when the musicians and the dancers connect. It’s a form of communication that is older than spoken language.

I finished around 4:45. I was able to pack up quickly, pick up my daughter Rosalie in town and make it to the airport in time to pick up Sister Janet at 5:20. Such efficiency. My throat was sore the next day.  I was paid well. I got to play with mu friend John. There was dancing. It was a  good day on the planet.

This event has become a welcome annual spot on my calendar. The UCC church in Old Zionsville is the home of the Village School, a pre-school that I’ve done some work with over the years and the children’s pastor has picked up on my performance for an early evening Christmas service for kids and families.

Tonight, I had the time constraint of my WDIY radio show at 7 pm, so I was conscious of getting done by 6 pm. We started around 5.

As usual, everyone sits in the back but I lay out my bag of instruments and that seems to do the trick to gather, at least, the kids up front. Tonight, I did it before the service and that broke the ice early.

Lori, the children’s pastor started out with an interactive nativity story and I was concerned about my portion of the event. Lori was also big on using the projection screen behind me, so I had to twist around often to see if my verses of the carols were the same as on the screen. It’s a little disconcerting to have folks read the lyrics to tunes that should be in the common usage. It’s a new age.

I threw in a couple tunes unfamiliar to the congregation: Mary Had a Baby, Zat You, Santa Claus and I also did Peanut Butter and Jelly just to break things up and add a little whimsy. I tried to get the audience to hear their own voices in this nice sanctuary by dropping my own voice and guitar out of the mix. It works wonders.

It went well and grandparents, parents and kids all had a good time. I made it back to the studio in good time, feeling satisfied with my addition to these family’s Christmas Eve. It’s a good gig.

It’s been 6 years since my last Godfrey’s Christmas Carol and Ramona convinced me that it was time to try it again. I am always ambivalent about my shows at Godfrey’s but I figured it was time to try again.

There were only nine folks who showed up (and quite a few no-shows) but I had a base to work from, including an autistic girl who’s a big fan. She asked for Peanut Butter and I was glad to oblige.  There were another young family with two active sons and an older couple who’s grand-kids couldn’t make it.

I mixed up a variety of carols, broke out the instruments and pieced together a nice, friendly set of songs. It doesn’t particularly matter if there’s a big audience for me. The proof is in the performance for me.

I returned to Lehigh Country Club for a Santa Brunch on Sunday. I do a similar event annually for Brookside CC (next week) and I know that it works really well.

I was asked to do 11:30 am to 2 pm and, thankfully, I planned on getting there early. I was set up at 11 am while families were already arriving for the brunch (still being set up). So, I did the obvious thing, I started in with the few families hanging out, engaging the kids in my sound check, opening up the bag of instruments, working on the micro-level at this point. It really sets up the atmosphere for the rest of the day. Building bridges.

My office for the day

I had a big, open space with a nice tree on my left. Families would stop by for pictures by the tree while I dealt with the kids, parents and grandparents in front of me. I always try to address the dads and grandfolk while I play. I know I’m making some precious moments in a very safe and welcoming atmosphere. That’s why this works so well. Where else do the grandparents get to play with their grand kids?

I was on a riser that I was uncomfortable with initially. I like to work on the kids level. But, today, it seemed to add to my presentation. One of the initial boys that I engaged with his younger brother and dad asked to come on stage to play his Caterpillar. He stayed up on my left side for hours, totally engaged on that instrument. (Later on stage, I asked him if he played any instruments, he said, “This one.”)

The other kids picked up on this dude and started to come up on stage with me and that is simply “click bait” for the parents. The kids get a real kick out of the experience. At one point out to one kid to not stand in front of the star – me.

The bag of instruments is a sack of gold. The scarves were, as always, a great way to engage kids who shy away from instruments. And the puppets are equally potent in a non-threateningly way. And the grandparents enjoy picking up a tambourine, too.

I mixed Christmas tunes, and thanks to the length of the gig, able to repeat a few tunes to stretch the sets. I jammed with Santa. The manager thanked me profusely for my skills and even offered some extra $$ for the additional time.

It’s something I do that pays quite well and serves a strong service to this community’s families. That’s pretty cool.

I had a 1 pm set at the America on Wheels Museum in Allentown on Saturday. I’ve done this gig during the summer as well as this holiday show. It’s not particularly well promoted in house, and it’s a bit of a hard sell for families, with a door charge. But I appreciate the opportunity.

There were only three families today – a dad with two sons, grandparents with their two grandsons, and a young family with two children. I was pleased that they all stayed for the duration and came up afterwards to thank me. I gave out CD’s to the families as a bonus.

The museum is quite wonderful and they update the exhibits regularly and today they featured toy firetrucks and several train displays. I like the fact that the volunteers are mostly older gentlemen with “motorhead” experience. They love old cars and I enjoy chatting with them.

Still, a small audience. I hope the staff keeps bringing me back.

I am grateful for my annual gigs at Brookside Country Club. The club and staff pay me well, put on a great time for their families and they appreciate what I do for the members. It was a a particularly stormy day and got to the club with 20 minutes to spare. I quickly set up and actually started early before noon. The folks started drifting in and I always love to see the kids’ eyes light up when they see me and my bag.

This is a two-hour gig and I plan to play straight through. Though I don’t play to a concentrated audience in front of me, my job is to provide the musical atmosphere for the room and engaged the kids, parents and grandparents that come up front. There’s also plenty of things going on, especially when the weather outside prohibits outdoor activities as in the past. There’s lots of food, pumpkin painting, face painting and more so I feel fine doing my thing as part of the whole shebang.

One gentleman came over during the second hour and said that he and his family have been enjoying my music for decades, a familiar refrain, but this was particularly curious. His son worked in Japan, married into a Japanese family while there. He told me that my music (CDs and perhaps tapes) were being used to teach that family English. They especially liked I Like Peanut Butter. His daughter-in-law came over early in the afternoon with his two grandchildren and immediately got involved.

After I was done, I stopped over to talk with the family. Even the Japanese grandmother said, “Peanut Butter”. Here’s a photo of my friends. This music sends ripples throughout the ether and makes me very proud to be doing what I do.

The sun came out and I took the long, scenic way home, admiring the rich fall foliage that I know and love along the roads I’ve traveled for many years. A good day.

Saturday was Museum Day, a promotion by the Smithsonian to encourage people to go out to there local museum, with discounts, etc. This was part of the effort.

Right on stage!

I’ve played this small museum in Trenton with RockRoots, and they wanted us back but members of the band had afternoon gigs. It was a wonderfully smooth drive down with little traffic so I arrived in good time and spirits. The load in was as easy as it gets with the doors opening directly onto the stage. Eric, the sound check and I had a great chat as we set up the minimal mike and DI. And then we waited for folks to show up. At first, there were only five women out on an adventure – go downtown for this show and then lunch. We remarked that food should always be a factor in these things. I was prepared to do my adult material for them.

With such a small audience, I decided to bag the sound system and move my chair to the edge of the stage. This tends to work with my hands-on style but also is a dent in the “show” presentation. It worked both ways today.

Right at 11 am, one husband, wife and girl showed up so I was prepared to play to them, and several other moms, dads, elder couples and a few kids appeared so I had to shift my attention to my kids material. It’s a hard line to involve the kids while maintaining my connection with the adults. For the most part, it worked as the kids got up, played instruments and danced spontaneously. That makes for and engaging show.

I tried to mix some Americana sing-alongs with the direct kids’ stuff, trying to appeal to the older folks and the families. Since it’s not really a scripted show,  it felt scattered to me. As I approached the 45 minute span, parents with kids started to drift towards the exit, so I wrapped it up as best I could.

I gave away CDs to the families who stayed, said goodbye to the ladies headed for lunch and thanked Eric for his help. I drove back through thickening traffic back to Bethlehem, fairly whipped from the experience. Times like this I wish I had a “show” that I could roll through like RockRoots.

It’s Labor Day with a chance of showers as I head over to Ag Hall for my 3:15 set. As usual, I really don’t know what to expect, but that’s the beauty of this gig. I do want to play I’m Part of the Union, though.

There’s only two shows today at the comfy Centennial Stage: my Fractured Folk and Mysterio, the Magician. I was set up with time to spare and got to chat with a few familiar faces. As the set progressed there were quite a few older couples that settled in. Several families filled in the spaces so I’m gonna have to mix the adult with the kids stuff. So much for my prepared set list.

I noticed that, with these diverse audiences, I have mix in the chat, not only between songs, but I’m comfortable enough to comment during the songs. That’s different skill set and I was aware of that today. I don’t have to deliver the song straight through and allow some dialogue while I maintain the guitar strumming.

I pulled out Daddy Take a Nap, one I haven’t done in years. It’s a Loudon Wainwright III song that works well early in the set with a mixed audience like this. And it picks on dads. I introduced this, “Here’s a song I remembered that I forgot.” It got a big chuckle from the sound board and was asked about it after the show. As I was driving home, I recalled the phrase and sent it on to Jeanine, commenting that it’s rarely funny the second time. But her husband laughed the second time.

There was a family with two brothers, the older of which joined in and the younger was quite reticent. They were a great foil during the show, and after they did Thunder Tubes, they were all in for the whole show. Today I had my first four-piece Thunder Tube section. Pretty scary.

Thirty minutes into the set, a young girl asked if she could come up on stage and dance. To the amazement of everyone, including myself, I said sure. As she stood next to me, I suggested playing the rainbow bells and then suggested the scarves. She pulled out her favorite color, purple, and I started in on Name to the Animals. As I was delivering the song to the audience, she started dancing and playing with the scarf. It was interesting to watch the audience watch her (she was pretty good for her age) as I tried to engage the audience with the song. It turned out to be a pretty interesting performance piece, and commented at the end that this was something I hadn’t done since my barroom days. I suggested two scarves and she did. Other kids eventually came up and I finished the set with parents and grandparents videoing the whole mess.

Since this is a tips gig, I was surprised by the number of CDs and tips I got, making this a reasonably profitable day. And I entertained a wide variety of folks with my musical mix and conversation. Several folks came up to relate when they saw me play, some going back to the early ’70s.

It never did rain but I forgot to play I’m Part of the Union. Damn.

 

I headed over to Ag Hall at the Fair Grounds on Thursday for the second of my three sets this Labor Day Weekend. I never know what to expect with this very random audience but was pleased to see several familiar faces in the audience, folks who are there to catch whatever I serve up. There are always folks cruising by that stop and sit down. Still, it is a very transient audience, difficult to hold for the full hour show. I can live with that, though it does affect my tips.

Today’s show was unique in that there were few kids in the audience. Starting with I Can See Clearly Now and Here Comes the Sun, though conceptually a good beginning, chased away the few kids in the crowd. Half way through the show, I remarked, “Well, that got rid of the kids!”, and that brought a chuckle from the adults in front of me.

I did Giants, and, with no kids in the audience, I brought up a gentleman to play Thunder-tubes. He was a real sport and knocked it out of the park, complete with a whole raft of scary faces. I commented that he turned out to be the perfect “kid” for the song. His wife videoed it, just like a proud parent.

I have one autistic fan-girl and her mom who have come to my shows here and at Musikfest (when they had a family stage). She is quite demonstrative, loves I Wanna Be a Dog and we enjoy our friendship. She loves to get up front and move during the show. I call it “interpretive dance”, which is exactly what it is. I notice that she gathers a lot of attention from the audience but I no longer care that we share the spotlight. (Yes, I once thought it a little embarrassing) But, it really is about appreciating the diversity of my musical community. I think my audience recognizes this, as well. I’ve grown and we all have come a long way.

As I was finishing up, there was one wide-eyed two year-old boy who came up front with his grandmom, wondering what was going on here. I dropped my adult pretenses and did Magic Penny directly to him, with the rest of the folks singing along. It was sweet.

This is a tips gig for me and today I garnered $2 (the Thunder-tube guy said he would pay me for the opportunity to be on stage with me) but I did sell several CDs. One lady bought Troubadour for herself and two kids’ CDs for a young neighbor down the street. I do enjoy talking with the folks who come up afterwards, telling me when and where they’ve see me perform and, to my edification, telling me never to stop doing what I do. That was worth the two bucks right there.

 

I headed for Dulcimer Grove for my 2 pm set and there were very few families set up, and none up front. But my good friends Ramona and Jack were able to secure a hammock nearby so I had them to play for. I decided to take advantage of the situation and play some of my more adult kids’ music like A Place in the Choir and Shoo That Fly, as I emptied my bag ‘o instruments in front of me from the get to, spreading the chum, so to speak.

Of course, there was a loud concert going on up on the Camp Stage above me, so I just decided to play the best I could, encourage kids to come down and pick up and instrument. One small girl took the bait, but her older brother feigned indifference. That put the old mark on him and I eventually won him over with thunder tubes later on.

Eventually, kids came on down, a few parents came up and sat down near the stage and I felt I finally had something to work with. I thought I did better today and had gained the respect of the stage crew and sound man over the two days. I did get some nice feedback later on in the festival, but not the immediate gratification I get from playing assemblies and in-school workshops.

But, it is this gig that gets me invited to this festival.

I had the rest of the day to roam the grounds, meet some new folks and some odd acquaintances. Towards dinner time, I was feeling wiped out, sat down at a signing table in the hospitality area and made a new friend Leslie. She said I was looking pretty pale and so I figured that I should just drop back and hydrate. Some other hospitality women came over and tended to me with Gatorade, ice and more water. I was glad to have found a spot in the shade to cool my heels.

I hung out in the Grotto and caught some of the stage acts on their screens, headed out to the front seating to see a great set by Kathy Mattea and a kick-ass Canadian Celtic trio Talisk, and decided that was enough for today. I got back home around 9:30 to recover from the day.

I had an early family set at the Philly Folk Festival on Friday in Dulcimer Grove, the designated kids area. I followed Ms. Rachel who had a band and a good crowd of toddlers on hand for her 11 am set. I was hoping folks would hang out for my set but it was not to be.

I didn’t open the bag early enough and tried to do my cognitive kids stuff early on and families drifted off. The stage has been updated nicely, with an able sound crew, but there is still serious bleed from the Camp Stage about the Grove. The stage monitors are still at an amateur level and it remains a relatively uncomfortable place to perform, at least today. It is really difficult to establish a creative center on this site, with the sound conflict and folks passing through in the background between other stages.

I decided to start standing up but eventually settled into an uncomfortable folding chair. Folks drifted off during the set with few dancing children up front. I will address this on Saturday.

Eventually, as I opened up the bag, kids drifted up and became engaged. Again, the scarves seem to open things up for me and we explore them with Jelly in the Dish. Folk drifting by in the background were stopping to take notice. I finished with Keep a Knockin’ but kids do not know knock-knock jokes and don’t even pick up on the routine. Jeesh…

It felt like doing a gig with a bar next door. I still am hesitant to pander to the sing-song kids’ music crowd and still wish to address the kids as sentient beings. Some folks recognize this (including the festival volunteer, the sound guy and other kids performers) but there is still something missing in this contemporary suburban family culture.

It was a lot of work, but it got me in the festival so I shouldn’t complain.

More tomorrow, with a Pete Seeger workshop and another set here in Dulcimer Grove.

I’ve been fortunate to be included in this series of children’s show in the studios of our local PBS station the last several years. Kira Willey, a wonderful family performer in her own right, has booked this ten day kids’ fest with some serious national acts, so I’m honored to be among them. I’m quite a bit different in that I’m not as presentational as these acts. I’m not as slick performance-wise but that’s on purpose. The staff at the station would agree and were impressed with how I work.

There were two sets at 10 and 11 am, and though the shows were free, it was ticketed. They said both shows were sold out, but neither show was crowded.

The kids (and a few parents) sat on the rug in front of me. I had a sound system that wasn’t totally necessary (I ditched it last year) and I settled in with a good audience. The first set had one challenging boy who I had to keep my eye on – he had his eye on my guitar and mike stand, but I was able to work him into the act. Peanut Butter, Tutti Tah, Down By the Bay, Bear Hunt and more, but there were more toddlers than I expected so I had to get them dancing earlier than usual. I went to the scarves and that was a very good move. They were all up and twirling, waving scarves and was quite nice scene. I could see some of the TV people in awe of the movement and colors.   Video Aug 07, 10 35 20 AM

The second set was more of the same with one 5 year-old lad with a “Brain Power” t-shirt on coming up with all the rhymes in We Gave Names to the Animals. I brought him up with me to challenge the rest of the audience. He was great and, later on said that he listens to all my albums. This set I went with the bag of instruments instead of the scarves and, once again, there was a joyful romp of kids in front of me.

I actually sold a few CDs and had more than a few mentions about grandparents who had brought their now mid-30’s kids to my shows. That’s still cool for me.

There were some TV-39 folks who hadn’t seen me and said that I was great. I’m sure my level of interactivity and semi-adult humor that lurks beneath the surface of my patter is different than the family “shows” that the other performers do. I’m glad that my approach sets me apart from them.

I was treated well with a green room, snacks, fruit cup and more, just like the big boys. I was paid very well and had the respect of the crew. Pretty good day for me.