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Thursday, March 14, 2013

The Amazing Kala U-Bass



   The other day, I saw a used fretless Kala U-Bass on sale on E-Bay at a reasonable price, so I bought it.  It's an amazing instrument, the same size as a baritone Ukulele, but it is tuned like a bass.  Most people would not imagine that an instrument this small would put out that kind of sound, but it does. 

   Now it is not the same kind of powerful sound that comes out of an upright bass, which physically shakes your body and  instrument, almost forcing you to stay on the beat and in the right key.  But it is way more sound than you might imagine just looking at it.  

   I first found out about the U-Bass on the internet, and later got a chance to try a version with frets at Fawley's Music, a great music store in Morgantown West Virginia. For me the unfretted version is way better because the frets seem to get in the way and create a kind of buzzy sound.  



    One of the cool things about having a short fretboard is that you can easily slide up and down creating all kinds of different sounds.

    My sense is that it might be fun to take further advantage of the short scale length by tuning the instrument like a violin:  GDAE, instead of like the upright bass EADG.   The GDAE tunings  is by fifths, which makes some chord positions an enormous stretch on an upright bass.  But for the U-Bass, it should be a piece of cake.  Plus your normal 1-5 1-5 pattern is easy--both strings held at the same position. This would make the open string positions somewhat higher than on the upright---two tones higher on the lowest string, and six tones higher on the highest string.  That might be a more natural range to play in, anyway, at least in an acoustic jam.  This way, in a jam,  I might be supplementing the bass player, sometimes playing a fifth higher or even an octave higher, rather than always playing the same notes.  So I'm going to try that.   


    The strings are what makes the whole thing possible.  As a hack physicist, I am interested in problems like that.   Back when stringed instruments were invented, most instruments were based on strings from animal parts, cat gut being an industry standard. Accordingly, to get a string with reasonable tension to vibrate at a low pitch, you pretty much had to design an instrument with an enormous scale length; hence the upright bass and other similar instruments.  Wound strings are a recent invention, and make possible  much lower pitch without the sound getting too flabby. 

   Thus, in medieval times an instrument with low pitch really had to be huge.  I'm convinced that even today, much of our intuition about stringed instruments is based on the the world of Renaissance times.  In particular, some people flat out disbelieve that a small instrument can have a low pitched sound.  But they can, honest. 


   Kala strings are even more different.  These strings are made from a polymer, and are very fat, and low tension (i.e., low modulus, meaning that you don't have to pull too hard to make sound).  You have to turn the tuning keys quite a bit to affect the pitch.  Yet they have a reasonable sustain, which in physics terms means that the vibrational energy is dissipated at a fairly slow rate, and the strings will vibrate for a long time.  The strings also have a good creep resistance, meaning that they hold their pitch for a long time and don't need to be constantly re-tuned. 

    I can't wait to try this out at a jam.  See you there soon!

   
   

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Katy Cline and the Percival Pickers


    
     The Percival Pickers performed “Katy Cline at the Worley Gardner Winter Music Fest, last Friday February 22.  GWMF is an awesome event held each year in midwinter, created by Worley Gardner and friends some 35 years ago.
Worley and Margaret Gardner with a hammer dulcimer. 



    For the past two years some of the jam groups have performed at GWMF.  This is different from normal performances because a jam is unrehearsed and may have a larger number of performers.   Time will tell whether it catches on or not.  But Old Time musicians are very adept at playing together without written music, and so for that reason twenty or thirty musicans can play together on stage remarkably well.    

   The Percival Pickers have been going strong since about the time of the inception of GWMF, and this is not a coincidence as Worley Gardner was one of the organizers of both functions.  It is an open group that meets every Tuesday at about 730 PM at Percival Hall at West Virginia University.  
    Ray Hicks chose the song Katy Cline, and it proved to be a tremendous success, judging from the audience reaction.  Thanks to Kathryn Madison for creating a video record of the event. 
   

Video Credit:  Kathryn Madison


     Our version is a bit ominous and there is the distinct suggestion that Katy and/or her family may have met with foul play.  Did the Wild Boys attack?   Perhaps so, otherwise we can not explain why there is no one to weep and no one to mourn and no one to see Katy Cline.


     Versions of the song were recorded as early as 1937 by the Monroe Brothers.  Stanley Brothers and others.

     Interestingly, there are earlier versions of the song.  The oldest known version was composed by one L. V. H. Crosby and published in 1853, as Kitty Clyde.  This version has none of the grim lyrics of the newer version, and is much more happy and carefree.  Because of the copyright laws of the day, one can not conclude with certainty that Crosby composed the tune and lyrics, but he at least compiled the earliest known version.  





Katy Cline
 
A[G] Now, who does not know Katy Cline,
She lives at the foot of the E[D] hill,
In the A[G] shady nook by the D[C] old babbling brook,
That A[G]  runs by her E
[D] dear old father's A[G] mill.

Chorus:
A[G] Oh tell me that you love me, Katy Cline,
Tell me that your heart is true as 
E[D] mine.

A[G] Oh tell me that you love D[C] your own turtle dove,
A[G] Oh tell me that you E[D] love me, Katy A[G]Cline.

It's away from my little cabin door,
Oh, it's away from my little cabin home.
There's no one to weep and there's no one to mourn
And there's no one to see Katy Cline.

If I was a little bird,
I'd never build my nest on the ground.
I'd build my nest in some high yonder tree
Where them wild boys couldn't tear it down.


Kitty Clyde 
(L. V. H Crosby, 1853)


Oh, who has not seen Kitty Clyde,
She lives at the foot of the hill,
In a sly little nook by the babbling brook,
That carries her father's old mill.
Oh, who does not love Kitty Clyde?
That sunny-eyed, rosy-cheek'd lass,
With a sweet dimpled chin that looks roguish as sin,
With always a smile as you pass.

Chorus.
Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, my own sweet Kitty Clyde
In a sly little nook by the babbling brook,
Lives my own sweet Kitty Clyde.

With a basket to put in her fish.
Every morn with a line and a hook,
This sweet little lass, through the tall, heavy garss,
Steals along by the clear running brook.
She throws her fine into the stream,
And trips it along the brook side;
Oh, how I do wish that I was a fish,
To be caught by sweet Kitty Clyde.-Chorus.

How wish that I was a bee,
I'd not gather honey from flowers,
But would steal a dear sip from Kitty's sweet lip,
And make my own hive in her bowers.
Or, if I was some little bird,
I would not build my nest in the air,
But keep close by the side of sweet Kitty Clyde,
And sleep in her soft silken hair. - Chorus.
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Saturday, January 5, 2013

Gospel Plow





            My new favorite song is by Rachel Eddy, the Gospel Plow.  I've been trying to get a copy of her CD album for a while, and finally snagged a few copies from Rachel herself at a New Year's party in Morgantown WV (no doubt, I am hanging out with a fast crowd these days!).  Rachel was born and raised in Morgantown, but a few years ago she was kidnapped by Vikings and now lives in Stockholm Sweden, with her husband, Kristian Herner.  You can hear it from her myspace.com link here: 

  
You can also check out the other songs on the album (in abbreviated fashion) from Amazon.com:

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001PECX9G/ref=dm_sp_alb 
 

            Although Rachel is known as an Old Time musician, her repertoire also encompasses folk and blues and much more.  Gospel plow is  a blues gospel song once performed by Mahalia Jackson (under the title Keep Your Hand to the Plow).  Bob Dylan, amazingly enough, recorded a much different version with a totally different sound.  Frankly, Dylan’s version doesn’t do much for me, yet Dylan’s version may have inspired the Old Crow Medicine Show, who cut a version a while back.  The Woodticks (with Rachel on fiddle, Keith McManus on banjo, Bob Shank on hammer dulcimer and Karen Wade on guitar) also have a version on youtube.  I didn’t know there was such a thing as hammer dulcimer blues, but I guess there is now.  


            If you want to play along, I’ve transcribed the lyrics and included some chords that kind of fit, although I’m by no means sure that they are the same ones used by Rachel.  

           

E                      A                       E

Mary wore three links of chain

E              A                      E
Every link was Jesus name

                 b7                 A                    E
Had her hand on that plow, hold right on

A                       G

Hold right on, hold right on

                   A                G                       E

Put your hand on the plow hold right on.




Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
All my  prophets holdin’ on
Got their  hand on the plow, hold right on

Hold right on, hold right on

Put your hand on the plow hold right on.

Hold right on, hold right on

Put your hand on the plow hold right on.


All the streets are paved with in gold,

In heaven I am told

Put your hand on the plow hold right on.

Hold right on, hold right on

Put your hand on the plow hold right on.



Cause there’s no gamblers  jokers, thieves

No liars and no cheats

Got their hands on the plow hold right on

Hold right on, hold right on

Put your hand on the plow hold right on.



When I get to the glory land,

I’m going to play in their band

Got my hand on the plow, hold right on



I’ve got my hand on the gospel plow,

and I wouldn’t take nothin’ for my journey  now.

Got my hand on the plow hold right on.

Hold right on, hold right on

Got my hand on the plow hold right on.

Hold right on, hold right on