On Saturday night Roy Rogers and I stayed at the Green Apple Inn in Freestone. It was quite cold, that wet cold that chills to the bone, but a fireplace and red wine made us comfortable and we pulled out guitars. He showed me a rare Dobro twelve string he had brought and another, equally ancient guitar, might have been an old Martin, with a small body and classical-looking headstock. We jammed for quite a while, I don’t know how long, and talked about the origin of Blues and Flamenco. We agreed that it is quite possible that both are rooted in Arabic music. The ancient oud, see wikipedia entry on Ziryab, is a fretless instrument – as is the slide guitar in Blues. There are the “blue” notes in Blues, and Blues guitarists will play certain notes a little flat, remnants of Arabic music… I think a big reminder of the common heritage are those notes, which are not in a regular western scale, that make the hair on your neck stand up and your heart tremble.
In the Morning I was up early and went for a walk through the picturesque town of Freestone.
Support for an old water tower:
I walked to the Wild Flour Bakery. I think a friend of mine told me to go to this bakery several years ago, but we were never close and the curvy roads are too much for a tour bus. The morning’s bread was still in the oven, but I bought a nice whole wheat sourdough that was left over from the previous day and waited for my “eye-opener” (((a cup of drip coffee with a shot of espresso, also called “red eye” – a “dead eye” contains two shots of espresso and a “dead eye” contains three… ))). Here is a shot of the table in the bakery with my bread-purchase at the far end.
The Hopmonk Tavern is a nice place and the benefit was a success. Roy and I signed two Epiphone guitars that were auctioned off. We didn’t perform together since he had another gig that afternoon, but a good time was had by all.