Month: June 2016

National Jug Band Jubilee

I’m flying east with the G Burns Jug Band to perform at the 12th Annual National Jug Band Jubilee in Louisville, Kentucky on Saturday, September 17th, 2016! The Jubilee was founded and is still run by some of the folks that first introduced me to jug band music when I was a kid growing up in northern Kentucky.

The trip will be very much a personal homecoming but also a musical one for the band: Louisville bandleaders like Earl McDonald and Clifford Hayes were the first to record jug-blowing music in the 1920s. Needless to say, it is a terrific honor to be invited to play at the Jubilee in the great state of Kentucky. The headliner this year is  Dom Flemons of the Grammy-winning old time group TheCarolina Chocolate Drops.

We will likely be adding shows around the Jubilee. If you know of any good venues or bands in Nashville or Birmingham, please do let us know!


Streak of Lean, Streak of Fat

“Streak of Lean, Streak of Fat” is an old time fiddle breakdown that some people call “Hell Broke Loose in Georgia”. The tune’s name, I’m told, is an old expression referring to bacon. If true, I can add this to the very long list of old time songs and tunes I play that reference pork products. I was inspired to arrange it for clawhammer banjo after listening to a 1930 recording by the phenomenal Georgia fiddler Ahaz Augustus Gray. If you’ve never heard it, do yourself a favor. Not only is the fiddling fantastic, but you’ll get to hear backup guitarist John Dilleshaw cracking wise throughout the whole thing.

Most of his comments seem clownish in their use of long-forgotten slang terms (“Tennessee Chicken” apparently referred to any kind of meat except that of the bird). Sometimes though, he speaks not as an entertainer but as if he is a passerby who happens to hear the tune: “Listen! I hear music…. why, that’s that old tune, ‘Streak o’ lean, streak o’ fat.'” The tune seems to evoke nostalgic memories in the mind of the fictitious passerby: “Boy, I danced many a night to that.” “Reminds me of when I used to carry that Johnson gal around and go dancing.” I love this tiny narrative because it seems like some recursive echo of my own listening experience. It’s kind of beautiful and slightly funny that a 21st century guy like myself (or any fan of old time music) using music to imagine the past would do so only to find this fellow in 1930 doing that very thing himself.

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