June and July 2008
Travelled to Ohio this year to teach at the Ohio Scottish Arts School, which is held in Oberlin every year. Fiddle from Mike Vass and Ed Pearlman, Highland Dancing from a troop of amazing women, all of whom I met slightly but not really, Pipe Band Drumming and Highland Pipes, and Harp led by Sue Richards. We had Ann Heymann doing the wire harp, Sharon Knowles, Sue R, Kelly Stewart, and myself teaching harp, all kinds of technical levels and all kinds of approaches to playing, learning, creating, and general harptastic stuff. The sessions are always the oddest things about the course, as there is no 'one place' to meet. And the courses are split into different halls, so you have to go and wander to find other instrument players. I have never been a full on session player, preferring to join with whoever is there, rather than desperately needing to get one started. But I know it was an amazing thing to be involved in when I was growing up, and I relished every second of playing with other people, so I try to make sure everyone gets a chance to feel that and participate.
And the whole thing is a total hoot, with good times from beginning to end, and support from good friends. I recommend this course highly to anyone in USA! It's a wonderful experience.
I then went on to stay in Gettysburg with the most splendid of hosts Sharon and John Knowles. And their amazing cat Felix. He, in comparison to Hobbes, is a HUGE cat and is happy enough when the house is full of people and he is able to pick a lap to crash out on. Sharon is Scottish, so I immediately could understand her (not that I couldn't understand anyone else, but her tone was a Scottish tone compared to an American tone, which is entirely different. She has a soft lilting voice, and her husband John has also, which I adored.) I did a house concert at Stone Jug, and loved every minute of my time there. The audience were really receptive, and I was surprised to have sold out the place, considering having never been there before. I think the Scottish temperament and craic is much loved, and I was proud to be playing and singing from my tradition – it felt really good. I also got to sit out on the porch swinging on a beautiful old wooden bench. I got to sit drinking beer on a beautiful wooden rocking chair and watch the lightning bugs doing their thing across the field in front of the house. And got to meet some lovely players who came for lessons, in singing and harp. I was taken to Dan's house for the 4th July celebrations, sitting outside in front of the pool, watching the neighbours (and family) fireworks. It rained the whole time, and was incredibly misty. I felt very at home. And I was taken to West Virginia to a pipers session, which was full of old Highland tunes I hadn't played since the sessions in Balnain House all those years ago. It was also a retirement do, which was very memorable. Came away with lots of tunes, hats, homemade creams and potions and lots of new pals). And met a hammer dulcimer player or two (totally new to me in a a session!), and generally had a lovely time. And a rest. And a visit round the Gettysburg battle fields with John, who was a great guide and friend. It all started to make sense. Although war never makes sense. But when you are standing on the battlefield and can see the size of the terrain, like standing on Culloden fields, it makes it a bit more real, and takes it out of the text books simplicity. And I didn't want to leave. I really didn't want to go. I have never felt that "pleeeease …. Let me staaaaaaay here …." feeling before when travelling. Usually I'm happy to move on, always wanting to experience something new. But not this time. I would have moved in….
So onwards, via a few days in Rockville to sample homemade soups and catch up on some Swedish tunes with Sue Richards, to Washington DC and the Somerset Folk Harp Festival, organised by Gerry Serviente. This was her last year as producer, handing over to Kathy DeAngelo for the forthcoming years. Kathy has a beautiful old Camac Aziliz harp (with very old strings which I hear she has changed since I made such a fuss about!) which she lent me for workshops and performances. Although I also borrowed a lovely Larry Fisher harp for the craic – its such a bright wee thing. Anyway, it's an extravaganza of harpers from all over America, showing off their harps, their music, their love of the instrument. I was blown away by the intensity of it all, and felt a little out of my depth – I mean, it's just a harp. But wow. The amercians do conferences best. There was constant music, classes, workshops, sessions, vendors selling everything harp related, and general good times. I met a zillion lovely people. I went to a party on the 25th floor with homemade beer. I had my aura read. I met a few people who I'd met when I was at the Lyon and Healy Pop and Jazz Harpfest all those years ago. I had a massage. I met a huge hair colouring conference which was going on next door (haha I have pink hair just now, so they all keep steering me into their room for discussions, when I was heading for the harpers rooms!)
And all was a good time. The hospitality was overwhelming, the chat and friendship was immense, and I have fond, fond memories of my time there. I recommend all harpers to go and get involved in these things. Sharing your passion, however early you are into it, is worth its weight in gold. Playing with others can open your mind to new things, new sounds, and will forever make you a better player. One who can listen, as well as play. One who can share their music, not keep it to themselves. That's what it's all about.
And I haven't mentioned the Millenium Pond, or the baby ducks that decided they weren't going to learn to swim. Or the cats (apart from Felix) who I met on the way. Or the spongy toilet seat… Or the 9 hour drive through the Appalachian mountains (and then back again…) with Jen the wonderwoman. Or the time all the students dyed their hair pink, and tied pink ribbons through it, for the big sing under the giant Weeping Birch tree. (which I will never forget – that was a moving experience forever in my heart). Or the million dollar note which freaked me out, as it turns out I am going to hell, not heaven! …well if I believed in that… it was wasted on me I'm sorry to say. And…and ..it's too much.
Well I'm still sitting in my jammies. I need to get dressed. But I had promised this blog so many months ago, I had to do it when the energy hit me!
It took me a fair while to get over it I must say. And that is a whole different story. Which I will tell you about at some point soon.
Corrina
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