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elenearielLast night I was bold enough to don a pair of black, ankle high zip-up boots with four inch heels, which I Would Never Have Bought Myself, Honest, and went to a concert. Probably everyone will laugh when I say that hearing good, real bluegrass music live in a crowded church is almost a religious experience. I went to see the Franz Family. It was an experience only topped by seeing Doyal Lawson and Quicksilver in the same circumstances--they are The Best, trumpped only occasionally by Red Wine, who sometimes win out just because they're Italian.
The father was slightly too jovial and fake-hickish (since when is being from Arkansas something to exploit? And they're orginally from Nebraska, so that doesn't even count!) But the mother was an EmmyLou Harris lookalike, and the children incredibly talented. The oldest is only 22, and plays guitar, banjo, mandolin, and violin, with a fine tenor voice to boot. The 20 year old with the strange name of Hadley plays whatever his older brother isn't at the moment. Audra, who is my age, plays mandolin wonderfully, writes songs, and then sings them in her beautiful, soulful, almost Alicia Keys-type voice. And she can hold a note longer then anyone I've heard except Michael Crawford, but while his are merely painful to hear, her's are beautiful. The Beatles-haired 17 year old plays dobro better then a lot of adults I've heard. As a trivia fact, he also has metal plates and screws in his leg and jaw, which is why he rattles when he walks. So they say. (And thus was born my favorite song that they sang: "Blessed Is The Man That Does Not Hurt Himself While Sledding." Olivia is the youngest, 15, and sings while looking older then her oldest brother.
As always after an experience like this, I get the Longing to go Do Something Like That. Not that I'd particularly enjoy spending 200 days out of the year on the road. But I know the joy and exhilaration of being on a stage doing something you love, and being good at it. And it's adictive. So maybe it's a good thing I wasn't born into such a family. I'd probably turn into a insufferable brat.
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The father was slightly too jovial and fake-hickish (since when is being from Arkansas something to exploit? And they're orginally from Nebraska, so that doesn't even count!) But the mother was an EmmyLou Harris lookalike, and the children incredibly talented. The oldest is only 22, and plays guitar, banjo, mandolin, and violin, with a fine tenor voice to boot. The 20 year old with the strange name of Hadley plays whatever his older brother isn't at the moment. Audra, who is my age, plays mandolin wonderfully, writes songs, and then sings them in her beautiful, soulful, almost Alicia Keys-type voice. And she can hold a note longer then anyone I've heard except Michael Crawford, but while his are merely painful to hear, her's are beautiful. The Beatles-haired 17 year old plays dobro better then a lot of adults I've heard. As a trivia fact, he also has metal plates and screws in his leg and jaw, which is why he rattles when he walks. So they say. (And thus was born my favorite song that they sang: "Blessed Is The Man That Does Not Hurt Himself While Sledding." Olivia is the youngest, 15, and sings while looking older then her oldest brother.
As always after an experience like this, I get the Longing to go Do Something Like That. Not that I'd particularly enjoy spending 200 days out of the year on the road. But I know the joy and exhilaration of being on a stage doing something you love, and being good at it. And it's adictive. So maybe it's a good thing I wasn't born into such a family. I'd probably turn into a insufferable brat.
My second poll:
[Poll #247842]
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Date: 2004-02-12 12:41 pm (UTC)Re:
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Date: 2004-02-12 05:15 pm (UTC)Yes, I do, but never at church. I go to a chapel service at school twice a week, and during those they sing mostly praise choruses. I don't like them as a general rule, but there are some good ones (that don't repeat themselves two million times, yes LOL).
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Date: 2004-02-12 11:11 pm (UTC)Or maybe it's just one long giant hymn? **is confused**
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Date: 2004-02-13 09:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-13 06:19 am (UTC)But I love well-written contemporary worship songs, and those are the ones I'm referring to. :) There's little difference between those and "hymns", anyhow.
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Date: 2004-02-13 09:46 am (UTC)I tend not to like anything "contemporary", although it might possibly be said that I do it on principle sometimes more then actual dislike. However, for me, the older the better. My favorite hymns are the ones where both words and music are from the 16th or 17th century.
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