Posted by luthier99 on Friday, September 14, 2007
As the season in New Hampshire changes from summer into fall, I look back once again. As I grew up in NH, I never met a person who played banjo, fiddle, old time, or even listened to old time music. In 2000, I moved to Wartrace, TN. Suddenly, old time music and instruments were all around me. I just "got-it". I fell in love with all the different sounds that ranged from gritty to pretty. It all seemed to tell a story, a part of history, still being relative to my personal life and (in my opinion) the world. I absorbed this culture. Lived it. In 2004, I returned to NH. I was excited to share with everyone. As I shared, I started to see old time existing right here in NH. Lots of old time music lovers, both far and wide. It was here all the time, but it took a change for me to notice. I still "get-it" and I'm still in love. As the seasons change I continue to discover new beautiful aspects of life all around me. As a child I marveled at the vibrant colors the leaves turn in New England. I will enjoy it again soon! As I do, I will stop and look around quietly and humbley. I will tell my son, fiance, and my family how much I love them. I will sit and strum my banjo.
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