Saturday was the second day of my first time at NashCamp, just southwest of Nashville, TN near the small town of Fairview. I got up and headed for the dining hall, where almost all of the activities took place. Still a cool, drizzling day, there was a banjo player or two relaxing on the front porch. This porch is a dream; about 12 or 14 feet deep and 50 or so feet wide, with plenty of rocking chairs. A resident cat, (Isabelle, if I recall correctly) almost identical in looks and temperament to my brother’s old cat named Smokey, was a permanent fixture for those coming and going.
Inside, Marcia was the cook, and she is an excellent one, indeed! Apparently, she was not here at NashCamp last year and she asked everyone if they missed her; a resounding YES was the response. She even cooked up a special batch of baked beans that didn’t have any bacon in them, I suspect just for your truly (I get a headache if I have much nitrates, commonly found in things like bacon and sausage). So, yes, it’s just as advertised; the food is a definite thumbs up!
After breakfast came the session classes, where everyone was divided into four different skill levels. We all had Alan Munde, then Bill Evans for these two great talks.
Elective banjo classes were after lunch on such topics as ‘Figuring out fiddle tunes’, ‘3rds and 6ths’, ‘Set up essentials’ and ‘Right hand tips’.
We all learned much more than we’ll ever need to know about life travelling with Jimmy Martin in the early years of bluegrass. He was a character; he will be, and is, missed.
Then, we all headed out to the front steps to have the group picture made. We should get an email with it soon.
Another excellent dinner followed, then the faculty concert and informal jam sessions till late into the night. Being the early bird that I am, I was probably one of the earlier ones to retire. So much picking, but so little time!
It was a wonderful day.