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Dulcimer Diaries

Dulcimer Diaries

amusing anecdotes from my music work ~ these stories are presented here exactly as they were published in the British magazines MK Pulse and NN Pulse – they are all absolutely true 

saying ‘good morning’ in Texas

In the summer of 2001 I played at a festival in Houston, Texas called SAMFest – the Summer Acoustic Music festival.  The event was held in a huge church complex, a few miles from the hotel where we all stayed.  Every morning as I entered the church, I passed a uniformed and armed security guard, whom I greeted with a very English “good morning”.

On the last day however, he stopped me from entering.  I wondered if I’d done something wrong – but he just asked me, in his thick southern drawl, if I would teach him how to say ’good morning’ in my nice English accent.  With a cheeky grin on my face and, without asking permission, I helped myself to the notebook and pen which were in the shirt pocket of his uniform.  I then wrote down three words, showed him them and explained that they were how one said ‘good morning’ in English.  He looked somewhat baffled, so I read out the words out to him in a forced posh voice – they were: “ air – hair – lair ”.  It’s a wonder I didn’t get lynched.

evening talk at Cambridge University

One year I was asked to give an evening talk on the therapeutic benefits of singing to a nursing convention at Robinson College, Cambridge.  I felt well placed to do so, having taught singing to thousands of students over many years.  I prepared my talk, but just in case, I also took a dulcimer with me.  On the night, I started my talk but instantly realised that these poor nurses didn’t want to hear yet another talk.  So I quickly changed tack and started playing some music and invited them to join in.  Within seconds, the nurses were on their feet singing, clapping and dancing freely around the room.  They clearly needed to let their hair down and had a fun time.

My client was Chris Johns, a well-respected guru in the ‘reflective practice’ arena. (Reflective practice is all about looking back on events and thinking about what happened and your feelings about them.)  Although the evening went off with a swing, it certainly wasn’t what I was engaged to present.  So I asked Chris at the end if he was happy with the outcome.  His reply was: “What do you think ?”

meeting Mick Abrahams

Long before I was professional and before I’d performed very often, I was invited to play guitar at a big charity concert in Luton Library Theatre.  I would represent folk music.  There was a full house that night and the standard of the acts was sky high.  I remember that a professional string quartet was flown up from the South Bank to represent classical music and five young black guys in white suits sang in tight harmony and moved to a precisely choreographed dance routine, representing soul.  I was proud to be part of the show but feeling a little out of my depth.

The famous blues guitarist, Mick Abrahams played a tight set on an electric guitar – his music was great and his performance was slick.  Mick used to play with my favourite rock band Jethro Tull.  The organiser, who liked my guitar playing, must have told him about me back stage.  When I met Mick he shook my hand enthusiastically and said: “Are you Dan Evans? – I’ve heard so much about you – I’m really looking forward to hearing you play”.  I was speechless.

Kentucky Line Dancers

When I worked at Kentucky Music Week in 2005 it was my second time at that festival.  Students from my visit there in 2000 requested me to lead another Chanting & Rhythm session, as they’d enjoyed it on the previous occasion.  As the session wasn’t planned, there we no rooms available so we held it by the pool in the courtyard of one of the festival motels.  The motel, although huge, was very full that week – half with musicians and half with cowboys in big hats and boots, who were visiting the nearby rodeo.  My Chanting & Rhythm session encompasses various styles of chanting and then we beat out rhythms on percussion instruments.  The cowboys couldn’t believe their eyes or ears and went to get cameras and video recorders to capture this strange event – especially, as it was being led by an Englishman.  Eventually, and not wanting to be outdone, a number of the cowboys joined in and line-danced along a balcony to our pulsing rhythms.  The thought of it still makes me smile.

the tale of the old lady’s mother

One night, many years ago, when I was just starting out as a musician, I played support to the popular poet John Hegley in Luton library Theatre.  John delivered a very funny set of poetry on the main stage and afterwards I played some folk songs in the lounge bar area, in an informal cabaret-style presentation.  In those days, before I’d recorded any CD albums, I had cassette tapes of my music and these were available for sale on the table beside where I was playing.

During my set, one feeble old lady came forward and purchased a tape.  With a very bent back, she then hobbled back to her table with the aid of a stick.  Just before she sat down again this lady waived my tape in the air with all the strength she could muster and in a feeble, faltering voice she said: “my mother will really enjoy this !”

the tale of the deaf old lady

Many years ago I played support to the virtuoso Northumbrian pipe player Kathryn Tickell in St Albans.  That night I played some of my Celtic-rock pieces on guitar with electronic effects.  After my set, a frail old lady with a bent back came up to me and prodded me on the chest with her forefinger. “Young man” she said (well it was a long time ago). “Young man” she said again, again prodding my chest. “It’s good to hear pleasant music on the electric guitar“.  I replied with a simple “thank you”, in response to which she held up the palm of her hand to stop me in my tracks.  She then fumbled around in her shoulder bag and produced a crude, old-fashioned hearing-aid made from an animal horn.  She put the pointed end of the horn in her ear and presented the open end to me and then said “pardon?”