| Thursday, June 12: May is the time for
            one of our favorite bluegrass festivals –
            Camp Rude
            
            at Parkfield. It’s been held every Mother’s Day weekend for the
            last five years, and my daughter Teri, grandson Mikie and I have
            been to the last three. Parkfield is in the hills directly west of
            Avenal and south of Coalinga, but access is via
            Parkfield Road off Highway 46 from Cholame, or from San Miguel on US 101. It sits
            right smack dab on the 
            San Andreas Fault, and is a center for earthquake study when a shake is threatening.
            Except for impending quakes, bluegrass and the annual rodeo, it’s
            a quiet, tiny town of about 30. There is a lot of hay farming and
            cattle ranching in the area, and the town has a school, a
            restaurant, a motel, and a CDF fire station. Camp
            
            Rude
            
            was started by a couple who reportedly were kicked out of another,
            big-time festival (Grass Valley, I believe), for being “rude” and other crimes. So they
            started their own festival, adopting the motto “More fun, less
            rules.” It’s a fairly small, informal and exceptionally fun
            festival, and this year was no exception. The week before
            Camp
            Rude
            
            was rodeo weekend, and they had two inches of rain (you
            California
            
            residents will remember our wet April and early May). Since the road
            from the main street to the rodeo grounds is dirt, a lot of mud got
            moved around – so much that the main paved street looked like a
            dirt road when I arrived. Although most festivals run Friday through
            Sunday, the astute fan arrives no later than Wednesday, to ensure a
            good camping spot. During the 100 mile drive from
            Fresno
            
            I had light rain for much of the last 25. It was sprinkling when I
            arrived, and the effects of the previous weekend’s downpour were
            still much in evidence. In some places in the dry grassy camp area,
            trailers and motor homes created deep ruts. Over by the rodeo
            grounds (another camping area), a large section normally in use was
            a combination of mud, straw and horse manure, too deep and gross for
            anything less than a Bradley or M60 tank. I got set up in a fairly dry, solid spot, with
            water and electricity (both are in limited supply, another reason
            for arriving early). I said hi to a few people I knew from other
            festivals, and got acquainted with Ted and Ida, my next door
            neighbors. They have a band and play “folkgrass” in  Twain
            Harte,
            and sing and play very well together. During that first evening they
            were joined by dobro player  Ivan
            Rosenberg, Uncle Slosh himself, who
            I visited in
            Missoula, Montana,  last
            summer. Thursday is exploration day, since there are no
            official events. The first year we drove up the road that goes to
            Coalinga. It turns to dirt as soon as it starts up from the northern
            end of the valley, and goes over a pass. Area residents say “never drive on it in the winter.”
            In 2002 we took the 24 mile drive to San Miguel, through rolling
            hills, hay fields, and oak and pine woodland. This year, I drove
            back down the Parkfield road toward Highway 46 a few miles and took some
            pictures of the scenery, then went up
            Turkey Flat Road, which heads east from
            Parkfield Road. The clouds created a dramatic effect
            for this photo. Since Mikie is now in kindergarten, he and his
            mother did not come with me, but instead drove over Friday when he
            got out of school at 11:30. They arrived during the first
            group's performance, so did not miss much. The rest of the weekend was devoted to some
            great bluegrass music, including performances by
            Lost Highway
            whom I have seen a number of times, starting with the second
            Mariposa festival I attended back in 1999. Another group that I
            first saw in
            Nevada
            last October and wanted to see again was Cliff Wagner and the Old
            Number 7. He’s from
            Missouri
            and does fairly traditional stuff. Ivan played with two groups, Iron
            Lasso, which is the latest incarnation of the group he’s played
            with at all three festivals; and Chris Stuart
            & Backcountry, a group based out of
            San Diego, who proved to be very good.  Another group worthy of mention is the Grateful Dudes,
            who play every week in a pizza parlor in southern California. The
            bass player and lead singer is Bill Bryson, who played with Chris
            Hillman in the  Desert Rose
            Band. He was also with the popular but
            now defunct California bluegrass band, The Bluegrass Cardinals,
            plays with another southern California group, Laurel Canyon
            Ramblers,
            and performs with an outstanding three-man combo,
            Bluegrass
            Etc., with Dennis Caplinger on guitar and banjo; and John Moore on
            mandolin and guitar. I've seen them at two festivals and they are
            incredible. (2006
            update: An
            artist that was new this year was 12-year old Frankie Nagle. As of
            2006 she was playing with the northern California group Donner Mountain, who won
            the band contest at the Huck Finn festival that year. She has developed into a good
            singer and very good banjo player.) Other
            groups that appeared are shown below, and were mostly average. Aside from the music, we had fun watching Mikie
            try to catch lizards. He always brings his net and a plastic bug box
            and catches bugs, and he was convinced that he could also catch a
            lizard. I assured him they were too quick and too smart, but one
            thing I should know by now is that Mikie is not easily discouraged.
            At the end of the festival, he went home with two lizards, who are
            now enjoying a lazy life eating crickets in a big cage in his
            bedroom.  
              
            
             June is the big month for major festivals in
            California. The California Bluegrass Association (CBA) puts on an event at
            Grass
            
            Valley
            
            on Father’s Day weekend, and at the same time a private group,
            with support from the Southwest
            Bluegrass Association (SWBA) sponsors the Huck Finn Festival at
            Mojave
            
            Narrows
            Park
            
            on the
            Mojave
            River
            near Victorville. Officially it’s called Huck Finn’s Country
            and Bluegrass Jubilee. Both of these festivals feature some of the
            biggest names in bluegrass, with some of the same artists appearing
            at both events. The decision on where to go is more a matter of
            whether you want to go north or south, rather than who you want to
            see. This year’s festivals feature Rhonda Vincent, who is
            considered the number one female artist in Bluegrass; Doyle Lawson and Quicksilver, a veteran group with many popular
            CDs; award-winning
            Blue Highway, the Del McCoury Band, and Patty Loveless. Patty is better known as
            a contemporary country artist, but had huge success with an
            acoustic, semi-bluegrass CD that she released about 18 months ago.
            McCoury played with Bill Monroe, and his own group is one of
            today's  best known. Since there is a danger that I might at some
            point act rude, I knew I had to avoid
            Grass
            Valley, and made my reservation last March for Huck Finn. I set out hoping
            the cool weather we’ve been enjoying in
            Fresno
            would carry over to the high desert. My route took me south on California 99 to
            Bakersfield, east on CA 58 over
            Tehachapi
            
            Pass, and through Mojave to US 395 at Kramer Junction. It was 66 degrees
            in Tehachapi at 4,000+ feet, but 81 at Mojave, 20 miles and a
            thousand feet in elevation down the road. At Kramer Junction I
            turned south on 395, then cut across at Adelanto to I-15, south a
            couple of exits, then northeast to the festival location. I arrived about
            three and got set up in my reserved
            spot. The fellow next to me came over and said, “You know, my
            friend Cliff Warner is supposed to be in this spot.” Of course, I
            was exactly where the festival staff had directed me, and had a
            ticket with number 27 on it, so I figured Cliff was out of luck.
            Nevertheless, I rode my bike over to the entry station to let them
            know about the discrepancy. About a half hour later a guy in an
            orange vest appeared at my door to inform me that they had given me
            the wrong color confirmation sheet, and that I should be in B27, instead
            of A27. I finished dinner, threw everything in the
            truck or trailer, took the awning down, folded up the stabilizing
            legs, and hitched up to move. The new spot was tight and narrow, and
            I had to wind around the “roads” a bit and come in from a
            different direction so I could back into the spot, but I eventually
            got set up again, only moderately pissed off. As I explained to my
            new neighbor, I would really be mad if I had never made a mistake,
            but I’m pretty sure I did once. The weather here is very nice…probably about
            85 with a slight breeze this afternoon, and 59 now at 
            9:30. I am comfortable inside in shorts and T-shirt with all the vents
            and windows and door open, but having looked at the thermometer, I
            now think I need to close the door. North of where I am now camped is a huge
            pasture with horses (just two spaces away). West of us is a very
            busy railroad track. I hope it’s not too busy during the music.
            One train blasted his horn for 30 seconds straight while I was
            trying to talk on the cell phone today. The location is
            
            Mojave
            Narrows
            
            Park. The
            Mojave
            
            River
            
            flows north from the 
            San Bernardino mountains, disappearing about 50 miles from the
            Nevada
            border. It flows underground most of the way, but comes up for air
            in this area, creating a wide river valley with lots of grass and
            trees. 
            
            
             Friday, June 13: The structure and
            format of a bluegrass festival is pretty well formalized,
            standardized and choreographed. There are two non-performers who are
            essential to the success of any festival. The Master of Ceremonies
            introduces the groups and talks, tells jokes and makes announcements
            between sets. For the last six festivals I attended, the MC has been
            T. J. Lyons, musician, iron worker and president of SWABA. He is
            friendly and outgoing, major qualifications for the job. Even more essential is the sound crew. They
            arrive at least one or two days before the festival, set up speakers
            and microphones, run cable, and hook up a huge mixing board. Their
            job is to make sure the performers can hear themselves and each
            other in proper balance through the stage monitors, and that the
            sound is right for the audience. Between sets they rearrange
            microphones and adjust levels, but the job is not done. Since volume
            varies, singers shift around, and microphones get bumped, they must
            stand ready to tweak the sound any number of times during a set. At the last six festivals I’ve attended, Old
            Blue Sound of Colorado, ably headed by Art Kershaw, has handled the sound.
            Although I have described these two jobs as “non-performers,” I
            have seen T. J. with a group called
            Crystal River, and Art plays a hell of a mandolin, as well as bass. He used to
            perform with a southwestern group, Flint Hill Special. (September
            2006 update:  The head of Old Blue is actually Dick Curley, although
            Art was running things on the ground. He's now moved on to something
            else, but Old Blue still provides a guarantee that the sound will be
            excellent.) The performances usually start right on time,
            and each group plays for 40 to 50 minutes. Depending on the
            schedule, there may be an obligatory encore for each group; or they
            may just end their set (at this festival, a few groups got called back
            for encores). Then there is a ten minute intermission, while the MC does his
            thing and the sound crew sets up for the next group. There are no
            prima donnas in bluegrass, so the group just does the sound check
            right there in full view…no one descends from the wings on a rope. A daily schedule may start anywhere between
            nine and two, with a later start normal on Friday. Saturday and
            Sunday start times are nearly always between nine and ten. The first
            few festivals I attended went on till ten at night, but a couple of
            them have finished up around six. This allows fans time to fix
            dinner and have plenty of time for picking and grinning. For some, this is the main part of the festival
            – the chance to get together and play with old and new friends.
            Those of us whose strength lies in listening are the “grinners.”
            At each festival there are always a few groups of people who never attend the
            main show; they prefer to spend the time picking. Prices are very reasonable – the Huck Finn
            festival was $50 for the three days, plus Thursday, Friday and
            Saturday night camping. Electricity is available at some events, and
            at this one it costs $70 extra – fairly expensive considering RV
            parks typically charge $18 to $25 for full hookups (water, sewer and
            electric). No festival offers sewer hookups, although this one is in
            a public campground, where you normally find a sewer dump. There are
            no water hookups here. At other festivals it’s been first come,
            first served on electrical and water hookups. The festival at Parker
            AZ in March had no hookups available. Of course, there are plenty of opportunities to
            spend more money. All festivals feature vendors, selling food,
            crafts, musical instruments and CDs, and various other things. In
            addition, most of the performing groups have CDs and tapes for sale.
            This event has more venders than I have ever seen, plus several
            portable ATMs, a climbing wall, and balloon rides. In keeping with
            the name, there is also a fence painting contest, raft building
            contest, and other events, including a Huck Finn look-alike contest.
            (This assumes that someone knows what Huck actually looked like.) The music is starting, so I gotta run.
            
                9 p.m.
            : Had some great music today, as well as some average and so-so
            music. The best was Doyle Lawson and Quicksilver; in fact, theirs
            was the best live bluegrass performance I have seen anywhere,
            anytime. They are known for their outstanding harmony, but everyone
            in the band is also first rate on his instrument. Doyle has been
            touring for 40 years, and has had his own group, Quicksilver, since
            1979. As with most bands, members come and go, and some of the
            present group were not born or were very young when he started out.
            They played two sets, and are heading for
            Grass
            
            Valley
            tomorrow. Also
            way above average was Karl Shiflett and Big
            Country, a group that is also from the east or maybe
            Texas. They play a traditional Flatt & Scruggs style, although Karl
            does not measure up to Lester as a vocalist. The music wrapped up about 8, and was followed
            by a Mark Twain impersonator (NOT Hal Holbrook). He was OK, but I
            did not stay to the end. One of the groups that played this morning
            appeared on a secondary stage last night and again tonight, and I
            watched them for a while both nights. I didn’t get a good night’s sleep last
            night, so I will read a bit and try to get to bed early.
            Tomorrow’s show starts at 9:30. 
              
            
             Sunday, June 15, 2003
            : The music is over, and I had a great time. The big groups
            Saturday were Rhonda Vincent and
            Blue Highway. I had never seen either group, but have had several of their CDs.
            Rhonda was in her family’s band, The Sally Mountain Show, and I
            have a  videotape
            of their appearance on Fire on the Mountain, a show that was
            on The Nashville Network in the 1980s, featuring bluegrass and
            traditional music. I had not heard of her as a solo act till a
            couple of years ago when she started getting a lot of attention for
            a couple of bluegrass CDs, after trying a career as a straight
            country artist. She is now considered the number one female singer
            in bluegrass. Blue Highway started up about ten years ago,
            and I bought one of their CDs after reading about them in a
            bluegrass magazine. Both groups were outstanding, giving clear
            evidence of why they are considered at the top of their profession.
            I was able to get CDs by both groups autographed. Today the big event was a rare west coast
            appearance by the Del McCoury Band, and a closing show by country
            star Patty Loveless, who went “back to her roots” with an
            acoustic/bluegrass CD that she released a couple of years ago. She
            is an honest-to-goodness coal miner’s daughter and grew up
            listening to the Stanley Brothers, Flatt & Scruggs, and other
            bluegrass pioneers. Del
            performed with Bill Monroe in the 1960s, then started his own group,
            with moderate success. In the early 1990s he formed a group
            featuring his sons, Rob and Ronnie, and they really took off. The
            band and each individual member has won a number of awards. Patty Loveless did the first half of her show
            featuring songs from the  Mountain Soul CD, performed on acoustic
            instruments. The band then switched to electric guitars, drums,
            keyboards, etc. and got very loud. A number of people who had been
            sitting in the first ten rows or so (including myself), moved to the
            back to avoid hearing damage. The songs were good, just too loud up
            close. I have three or four of her country CDs. The most enthusiastic band at this
            or any other festival was the Lampkins Family, who I also saw at
            Logandale
            NV. They are a mother, father & daughter plus daughter’s best
            friend out of
            Las Vegas, and 20 year old Jamie
            is the spokesman, banjo player and does half the lead vocals. She
            has as much energy as a room full of five-year olds! This group won
            a four-band competition for an all expenses paid trip to the
            International Bluegrass Music Association convention in
            Louisville, KY, giving them a chance to rub elbows with top stars, agents and
            record company scouts. Most of their music was very fast bluegrass,
            but they did a knockout version of the old doowop hit
            “Sincerely” that put the McGuire Sisters to shame and gave the
            Moonglows a good run for their money. I will get hitched up and head home right after
            breakfast tomorrow.  
             Wednesday June 18, 2003
            : I had an uneventful trip home on Monday. I got started early,
            about
            7:30, and arrived home at 
            2:30. The total one-way mileage was 255 miles. When I got home, there
            were no cars in front of my house in the spot where I need to park
            the truck and trailer, so I was unhitched and unloaded
            in short order. When I got home from the
            Camp
            
            Rude trip, a red and white pickup was in my spot. The friends of the
            owner, living across the street, would have been willing to move it,
            but he had gone to Coalinga (60 miles away) for the week and took
            the keys. I had to park facing the opposite way, which meant using
            an extra length of electrical cord, and an extra hose when I filled
            the water tank. Besides, it just didn’t look right.  
            
             A Short, Mostly Accurate History of and
            Essay on Bluegrass
            Music There was a time when bluegrass was considered
            just another variation of country or hillbilly music, rather than a distinct genre as is now the case. The
            “Father of Bluegrass,” Bill Monroe, started out with his
            brothers playing typical country music of the day, what is now
            generally referred to as “old time” music. From the start, Bill Monroe established a
            hard-driving, high speed sound; but it was some time before anyone
            (including Bill) thought that he had created anything new or
            different. The band name, The Blue Grass Boys, came from the nickname
            of
            Monroe’s home state of
            Kentucky. Although "bluegrass" is almost
            always written as one word, Monroe always considered it two.   The band achieved its greatest acclaim when Lester Flatt (vocals
            and guitar) and Earl Scruggs (banjo) joined up. Earl played in a
            “new” style, using a three-finger picking technique rather than
            the more common two-finger or clawhammer method. He was not the
            first to use this method, but he is certainly the most acclaimed and
            is responsible for making it the standard in bluegrass music. Earl and Lester soon realized they could make
            more money as band leaders rather than employees, and left
            Monroe, amid a certain amount of acrimony that continued for a number of
            years. At first their band, the Foggy Mountain Boys, avoided playing
            music associated with
            Monroe, but audiences soon began asking for some of those “bluegrass”
            songs, meaning songs associated with Bill Monroe and the Blue Grass
            Boys. This reportedly was the genesis of the name as a musical
            genre. The other group that is considered to be among
            the pioneers and greatest practitioners of the music, along with
            Monroe and Flatt & Scruggs, is the Stanley Brothers and the
            Clinch Mountain Boys. Of these early pathfinders, Ralph Stanley and
            Earl Scruggs, both around 80 years of age, continue to perform (2020
            Update: Earl died in 2012 and Ralph in 2016). Many other musicians are included in the
            “first generation” or early “second wave” of bluegrass
            artists – Jimmy Martin, Don Reno & Red Smiley, the Osborne
            Brothers, and Jim & Jesse. The latter two groups, and others
            that followed, took the music in new directions (and took some heat
            for doing so). Even so, they are all considered quite traditional
            today. Over the years there have been some extreme
            experiments, including the long-standing New Grass Revival, and
            others of more recent vintage. The debate over what is “real”
            bluegrass music has continued for over 30 years and will probably
            never end. However, the typical bluegrass band generally avoids
            drums and electricity, and includes some combination of guitar,
            banjo, mandolin, bass, fiddle and dobro (AKA resonator guitar).
            Electric bass is fairly accepted, because of the hassle of carrying
            a big acoustic “doghouse” bass around, but the majority still
            use the stand-up. Some bass players have been using standard
            electric instruments, the same thing you’d see Bill Wyman or John
            Entwhistle play; but recently the hollow-body
            “acoustic-electric” bass has seen some use. This instrument
            looks like a large guitar and is held on a strap. One player at the
            Huck Finn festival had a stand-up electric bass, with the long neck,
            but no “box.” One bluegrass group, plus Patty Loveless (who
            is more country than bluegrass) had small snare drums at Huck Finn;
            other than this I have not seen drums of any kind used. The first
            time someone set up a drum kit at the Grand Ole Opry, they were
            nearly run out of town on a rail, but of course, drums are a standard part of
            today’s “modern country.” Most bluegrass fans enjoy older country music,
            but us “old curmudgeons” are not too happy with the direction it
            has taken in the last decade. Country icon Ray Price calls it
            “nothing but ‘70s Rock & Roll.” Give us the honky tonk
            sound of the 50s and 60s! Many bluegrass festivals include performers who
            are not exactly bluegrass, but are at least acoustic. Huck Finn
            featured two solo artists, one male and one female, who performed
            alone with only their guitar as accompaniment. Another group played
            music that would be defined more as “old time.” And it’s not
            unusual to hear groups whose leaning is more Celtic or Irish. At the
            Kings River Bluegrass and Country Festival (held at Hobbes Grove in
            Sanger each September), there is more country than bluegrass (and
            too much electricity in my opinion). There have always been mumblings about
            bluegrass performers who do “country” songs instead of
            “bluegrass” songs – but a study of the Flatt & Scruggs
            repertoire reveals many titles that are considered straight country
            songs today and were then. More questionable is the adaptation to
            bluegrass of songs by the Beatles, Bob Dylan and other such artists.
            Such efforts range from laughable to very successful. Flatt &
            Scruggs recorded a number of Dylan songs, presumably in an attempt
            to be more “up to date” as traditional country and bluegrass
            fell out of favor in the 1960s. Although the acoustic standard is maintained in
            99% of what is presented as bluegrass, the overall sound is quite
            different from Bill Monroe or Flatt & Scruggs. Some of this is
            due to improved recording techniques, but most contemporary
            bluegrass has a much more polished sound, both vocally and
            instrumentally. If you’re looking for what I think are the
            best groups today, go with Rhonda Vincent & the Rage, Doyle
            Lawson & Quicksilver, the Country Gentlemen,
            Blue Highway
            
            and Del McCoury. These are all “big name” bands, but there are
            many regional and lesser known artists who are also very good – and
            these are the ones you will see at most festivals. For pure country
            soul, check out Hazel Dickens, another authentic escapee from the
            coal mining life.
             --Dick
            Estel |