Banjo-Picking, Guitar-Plucking Folks Take Over Downtown Auburndale
By DARLA LOOSE
Tribune Staff Writer
- Stepping across the railroad tracks in downtown Auburndale,
I first heard the heartbeat of downhome music plunking from a
banjo under the giant blue and white striped tent.
front room at grandma's house flashed before my eyes
- the linoleum floor, patched over the spot where the
coal stove used to stand, and the old cedar trees outside
the north windows.
somebody would play "Under the Double Eagle." Aunt Pauline
used to do that song at the piano with the horse statue
and family pictures on top while grandma played the drums.
lot of folks felt at home at the Florida Championship
the biggest turnout we've ever had," said Jim Spivey,
chairman of the festival in downtown Auburndale that
happened Friday, Saturday and. Sunday.
tent, got people out of the weather this year, and the
price was sure right.
the cheapest bluegrass show in the state and this is
the state championship," Spivey said.
was standing under a tent where footlong hot dogs and
hamburgers were grilling. Customers could pump mustard
on them from a gallon jug and spoon their own chopped
onions out of a bowl on the counter.
the street a row of peddlers in travel trailers sold
carved wooden signs, facials and Pennsylvania Dutch pastries.
of it was out of earshot of the music.
a stage inside the big tent, a group in matching yellow
shirts was getting ready to play "Black Mountain Rag."
going to try to play this without tuning my gourd," said
a musician holding something that resembled a mandolin.
fiddle squealed off to a plaintive start that pitched
them all headlong into a speeding locomotive beat --
forearms working over guitar strings like connecting
rods to drive wheels, banjo strings plunking the passage
of each measure, like fence posts whizzing past the engineer's
didn't even need a Moog synthesizer. Just a few good
old boys with the right touch.
down to crawl, they did "one we call, 'When the Fields
are Turning Brown'...or 'The Crops Have Failed.'"
chairs stenciled "City Beach" held moms. and dads, grandparents
and grandkids. Fishing caps slightly outnumbered cowboy
hats in the audience. A young boy wore the only coonskin
cap with a tail.
couple in their early 20s watched from behind a long-lensed
camera on a tripod with their striped plastic drink cooler
under a chair. All four of their bare feet tapped to
the music in flip-flops.
Dizzy Ramblers came on next. The head guy tested the
microphone... WPUL was broadcasting the show live.
ah on the raydeeoo? Hi , Ma-ma!"
the fiddle, my dad and his dad...,"
is my Uncle Boots here gonna, sing and play on the rhythm
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