Achnamara

Achnamara is past now and we all are looking forward to next year. Between 10 and 15 musical freaks (?) sang the old - and even new - songs and had lots of fun. There were even new participants who had a ball too. One of them was given a ukulele which she only had touched once before in her life - and soon she joined the session with the usual three chords. A musical talent 😉

And the God of Banjos helped us out of our fanatic restrictions on frailing banjos. This is the story:

I ad taken the bus and was picked up in Lochgilphead (which is very close to the middle of nowhere😉) by Dick, our host in Achnamara. Just when he loaded my banjo into his car a passer by asked him "This is a banjo?" It turned out he was on holiday near by and was a bluegrass banjo player, who had is banjo with him in his hotel (surely he used it with a banjo mute). Of course Ian was invited to our Ceilidh on Saturday evening. He came to Achnamara and enriched our night through his sophisticated Scruggs picking. I had the honour of trying to accompany him with a couple of tunes - and at least I liked the combination of bluegrass banjo and clawhammer very much. This should be continued.

Unfortunately he forgot his capo in Achnamara. So Ian: If you read these notes please get in contact with me and I'll send you the fret paw.