Carlos Fiddles
July 4, 2009
Carlos sent me a note and a video to let me see how he is coming along on the fiddle. Not bad!
Thoughts From Miss Trudy: July
July 4, 2009
July,
Sounds like the smack of a wooden screen door.
Smells like potato salad.
Looks sparkly.
Feels grass tickley, sweat dribbly, sticky, & drippy.
Tastes of fresh corn, watermelon & ice cream
Remembers lives given for our country
Is proud of the family that is America
Enjoys itself
Accepts sticky, hot, happy rambunctious children
Prays for all that serve and protect
Wears the colors of our flag
Wishes all children freedom, play, health and connection with home, family and faith.
Sings sincerely “God Bless America!”
-Helen G. Costello
A Shady Situation
July 3, 2009
When I was ten years old Dear old Dad took me to see The Blues Brothers. About halfway through the movie I tugged on his sleeve and told him, “That’s what I’m going to do someday!”
I guess there may be a moral in there about being careful about taking your kids to the movies . . . hmmm. Anyway, from that point on I have had a thing for Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses. I have actually worn out a couple of pairs over the years. I even wore them during workshops like this one from 2007:
That video led to a sketch by Steve:
2009 so far has been a year of huge changes. A new car, new ears and now (gasp!) new sunglasses.
It turns out that the earpieces on my shades are so wide they come really close to the abutment for my baha impant. Right now it’s just uncomfortable, but once the sound processor is place they won’t fit at all.
That leaves me with two questions. What do I do with my old Ray-Bans and what am I going to replace them with?
Feel free to post your suggestions in the comments.
Follow the bouncing BAHA
July 3, 2009
My friend Wolfgang is hosting a folk music retreat in Germany the same weekend as the Fall Retreat in Crisfield. He is working on a few songs for the jam session to celebrate the activation of my baha implant:
And we definitely will sing some BAHA songs here too like “Ears in Heaven”, “Dr. Niparco, the Magic Dragon”, “The Baltimore (Fire) Implant”, “Driving to the Clinic of Baltimore”, “Come On Let´s (Twist) Hear Again”, “Take a Walk on the Sound Side”.
http://banjo-kiel.blogspot.com/2009/06/anybody-else-going-to-other-retreat.html
It sounds like there are still a few open bunks at the Kiel retreat. I want to encourage all of my firends in Europe to contact Wolfgang and support this event. If you are nervous about going to a jam for the first time let me assure you that Wolfgang will take good care of you. He is a wonderful musician, host and friend.
I wish I could be there, Wolfgang. Here’s hoping I can be there next year!
Shock Theater: Day of the Triffids
July 3, 2009
Man eating plants take over the world in this British Sci-Fi/horror film from 1962. Loosely based on John Wyndham’s book of the same name.
For some reason this one scared the daylights out of me and my friends watching it on Doctor Shock on back in the 1970’s.
Day of the Triffids on Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Day_of_the_Triffids_(film)
I really miss Doctor Shock:
The Daily Frail will be back next week
July 2, 2009
I decided to take a break from producing The Daily Frail for the rest of this week. The little bit of hearing I had in my left ear is just about gone again so doing workshops is pretty difficult. I need to take a couple of days to regroup, but I’ll be back on Monday.
It is going to be so hard waiting for my BAHA implant to be activated on August 25th.
local news
July 2, 2009
Our first campfire singalong made the front page of The Crisfield Times. They don’t have a web site so I took a picture of the article:

We’ll be back at Janes Island on July 11 and August 15.
♩♫ bump dit-ty ♩♫
July 1, 2009
“One two and three four and . . .”
When I was starting out on the banjo every player I had contact with told me to practice a quarter note and two eighth note pattern.
They said pretty much the same thing when I started out on the guitar.
Bump dit-ty, boom chuck-a, one two and – I can think of a dozen other variations. Everybody had their own way of vocalizing the rhythm but it always meant the same thing: a quarter note and two eighth notes.
“One two and three four and . . .”
When my father first showed me the basic frailing strum on the banjo I didn’t bother to ask him why we were playing a quarter note and two eighth note pattern. It was presented as something I needed to work on in order to get started so I did just that. I also didn’t question Peggy Seeger or Elizabeth Cotten when they told me to work on that same pattern.
“One two and three four and . . .”
Over the last few weeks there has been a lot of trash-talking about the basic frailing strum. Some misguided people are trying to convince beginners that “bum diddy” is somehow limiting.
This is not a simple matter of new ideas replacing tradition. If the people in question did in fact have a new and improved teaching method I would embrace it wholeheartedly – but, sadly, that is not the case.
All I am hearing from these guys is a lot of grandiose bluster mixed up with some curious misconceptions about music theory. Their basic premise is that frailing is all eighth notes. In other words, instead of a quarter note and two eighth notes, the “new” version of frailing is an eighth note, an eighth note rest and two more eighth notes. They go on to make odd claims that playing a quarter note instead of an eighth note followed by an eighth note rest will make it impossible to play with a fiddler.
Ask them to clarify and you get an endless stream of gibberish full of bums and ditties without any musical sense behind it.
Is it just me, or is there is a disquieting sort of Lewis Carroll vibe to this whole mess?
What it boils down to is marketing. Most of the folks making these claims have either failed in the music business or are in the process of failing. By vilifying a successful (and traditional) teaching method they hope to drum up a bogus sort of controversy and put their names and their products into the spotlight.
“One two and three four and . . .”
I teach the way I was taught. I teach because I love my craft. I teach because I want everybody to have the kind of adventures I did.
People ask me how I can sit with a student (or in front of the camera) reviewing the basics over and over again. I never quite have the words to tell them how sharing takes me back to when I was a boy sitting on the front porch with my dad struggling through The White House Blues.
Some of the finest days of my life have been spent introducing folks to the craft and the music that my father taught me. In the way he taught me – with patience and love.
“One two and three four and . . .”
Marketing ploys come and go. Guerrilla marketing in web forums is a sad fact of life on the Internet. In a few months the guys trash-talking the work I do will give up and go into a field more suited to their musical abilities like cooking at a Waffle House or guessing weight at carnivals.
Teachers and ideas come and go, but a craft like frailing banjo will always endure. One hundred years from now there will still be folks sitting in the bright summer sun introducing people to the basic frailing strum.
“One two and three four and . . .”
Smooth Criminal
July 1, 2009
Jay in California writes:
Hey Patrick, I’ve been taking your lessons for a while. With the passing of Michael Jackson, I decided to put another of his songs to the banjo. I had a lot of fun doing this song. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks again for all your help and videos along the way.
Somerset banjos are moving quite well. The team is working hard to get control of the backlog while developing new and exciting banjos and other instruments. We are most grateful to be busy in the midst of so much economic turmoil.
The economy will take some time to recover and like all recessions this one will eventually end. We can sit and wait it out or we can do something on our own. I’m not talking about advertising or forum hype. Patrick and I would like to share a segment of the marketplace that most instrument builders are most probably not currently reaching.
No strings. No small print. Just a simple retail business arrangement whereby we demonstrate and offer your goods to a very large audience.
If you are a builder and have instruments ready that you wish to sell we would like to help. There are customers enough for everyone and we feel obliged to do something to advance and support the craft of instrument building.
The diversity grows the market.
The customer gets a wider selection to choose from.
Nobody makes a killing but everyone makes a buck.
Everyone comes out a little better.
Call me at 410-968-3873 anytime for details.
Peace to all,
Pat Costello (Dear Old Dad)
Lightning Bug
June 30, 2009
Framed!
June 30, 2009
Arnie from Georgia writes:
Just a quick note to let everyone see what I did with my Patrick print. (Thanks Carlos) It’s really quite nice when it’s framed and matted. I’m looking forward to seeing you and Patrick in person in September. Until then, all the best.
Blue Uke
June 30, 2009
Andy in the UK writes:
Patrick
Here’s a bit of audio of my new tenor uke. I’ve been following the Ukulele Project, brilliant idea, and I thought i’d let you hear how i’ve been getting on. http://northernbanjoboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ukulele-blues.html
Also got a question. Why do ukes and banjos have a higher fourth string? it makes it easy to play frailing and clawhammer on both but they seem unusual in their set up. Any ideas?
PS the sideways guy is my mate Mark.
Camera-Shy
June 30, 2009
Cedric Down Under writes:
Dear Pat and Patrick
I am practising away, diligently. I have a routine whereby I try to keep up all fronts, even though I am still trying to get “Aunt Rhody” under my belt reliably. I practise my frailing, my chord placements and switching between chords, some finger callusing exercises that I devised and which are most helpful, and now I have added in double thumbing and drop thumbing. I “sing” as I play.
I may be the slowest student ever of the Costellos, but I am enjoying myself, and I am personally happy with my progress. I can’t thank you both enough for shoving me out into the stream.
I would like to ask a big favour (but I will not be offended if you tell me to rack off.) Would it be OK if, when I get “Aunt Rhody” reliably under my belt and pluck up enough courage to video record myself, I were to send you a copy for comment?
All the very best for your connection on 25 August, Patrick. It thrills me just to imagine it.
We’d love to hear it – but don’t wait until you are good enough and don’t perform the song.
If you make it a performance you run the risk of stressing yourself out.
What I would suggest is turning on the camera and just start talking to Dear Old Dad and myself. Tell us about how you are doing or read a story from your local paper or show us around your garden. In other words, don’t just turn on the recorder and plow through the song but rather use the opportunity to share something with your friends in Crisfield.
Once you are comfortable doing that add in the banjo. Instead of putting yourself on the spot you’ll just be talking, playing and singing to the camera like
it’s the most natural thing in the world.
That’s how I do it.
-Patrick
Crisfield City Dock
June 30, 2009
This is for my firend Amy in Virginia (it’s a long story).
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