Leisure Lee and I attended a Fiddle Festival at the Nevada County fairgrounds last night. I hate to say it but it has been along time since we went out on a Friday night. We've become so glued to our T.V. it's really pathetic. So, when last nights master teacher of the fiddle camp said, "don't get stuck in your lounge chairs and start looking for your remote," it rang true for me. The evening started off with an old Scottish tune, "The Armes Dealer Daughter." It was my favorite tune of the night. The Fiddle Festival was held last week and the group spent the week in the woods and Alsdair said they were anarchist of fiddlers, cellists, guitarist and piano players. Since the festival landed on the cusp of the summer solstice, there was dancing, singing and of course music from Scottish to Quebec and a cross between Celtic fiddling with rifts and lots of stomping of the feet for percussion but there was a drummer and one flutist. The Fiddle Camp is head towards Santa Cruz and then onto Pyrenees, Spain. What a memorable night!
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Sounds like fun! When are they going to be touring the East Coast?
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