Rodeo dances, weddings, community functions, were all excuses to get your dancing shoes (or boots) on and head out to the social event of the evening.
The music was often provided by local families that had formed a band. Then there were the impromptu jam sessions. The oldies and goodies played and the lyrics sang by a room full of people dancing.
It is a real treat to come in contact with people who embrace this old style of music. Play it, sing it and have fun with it.
I had mentioned a while ago that I was attending the first anniversary celebrations at Delree’s Native Art Gallery. It was a wonderful evening of meeting new people, visiting with a sister of one of the Dames on the Range, discussing writing with another author who also has her book available at the gallery.
The evening was serenaded by a four piece old time (country) band that had people tapping their toes and singing along.
The high-light of the evening was a young guest who entertained us with some awesome fiddle music. In today’s world, to see a teenager dedicated to the art of music puts a smile on my face and a warm fuzzy in my heart. It’s telling me that there is hope for our western heritage and the old ways that have been enjoyed for years.
She played several pieces I was privileged to record. My favourite for the evening, was her rendition of the Orange Blossom Special. Oh, the miles I've danced to that tune.
To hear this very talented young lady play, open the link at the bottom of this post. Unfortunately, there is no picture, but the music plays on.
Do you have any stories that are brought to life when you hear fiddle music?