In searching for a nearby fiddle instructor I stumbled across the ThunderFoot Cloggers, a local gang of Appalachian style cloggers who also host a weekly folk jam. Right here in the quiet little village of Lake Odessa, the ThunderFoot Cloggers and I are raisin' the roof an' tearin' up the floor! Just 7 blocks out the door and across the railroad tracks I get my weekly fix of old-time American music. And these folks are old-timers. Not a soul in the room under 60, but they're as lively as spring chicks with some impressive fast tappin' toes.
My fiddle is still screeching a bit, but the Arkansas Traveler has got me inspired...
... oh, once upon a time in Arkansas
an old man sat in his little cabin door
and he fiddled out a tune that he liked to hear
a jolly old tune that he played by ear
it was raining hard but the fiddler didn't care
he sawed away at the popular air
though his roof tree leaked like a waterfall
that didn't seem to bother the man at all. (!!!)
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