Final Thoughts
// August 2nd, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Travis
Well it’s Sunday morning (OK it’s almost 3 in the afternoon) but I felt like I needed to write something to kinda wrap up the blogging for me on this trip. Maybe we will continue to have this feature on the website I don’t know, I guess we will all just have to stay tuned to find out! It was an eventful travel day yesterday for CHHR which has come to be the standard. We traveled through 2 countries, France and Italy before arriving in the good ole USA and running into complications. Really???!!! How does this happen; we make it to a place where we can all finally speak the same language and we end up having more trouble than at any point of the journey! I will spare you the details but we got seperated coming through customs in Atlanta, all of the guys made the flight back to Nashville but Carrie and Thom missed it. Thom must have looked a little suspicious with all that extra growth on his face; wait, if that were the case I would have been locked up. At least some of us did make it because God only knows what would have happened to our luggage had we not been there to retrieve it! Lucky for me and Harp, Kristin and Kylie came to the airport to pick us up. Which got me home about 3 or 4 hours sooner than I was anticipating. I’m over that part of this discussion.
I want to go back to that language barrier part. I have had the experience of communicating with people on a higher level through music, and there are simply no words in any language that can describe that connection. Even as I sit here and try to explain it, I am having trouble trying to capture the right combination. It does not exist in my vocabulary. I’m just sorry everyone can’t experience that. We played in one jam that consisted of musicians from France, Russia and England and I’m probably leaving out some. The majority did not speak English, and the ones who did had a very difficult time understanding our Southern dialect anyway! But they understood when they heard us say Bill Monroe, Flatt and Scruggs, or Ralph Stanley and nodded in excitement, moved their capos to the proper place and joined in immediately when we would start a song. Every once in a while somebody would even say something like Re-Beck-A in broken English and kick it off and away we went! We made many new friends on this trip and I am looking forward to seeing them at IBMA. Bluegrass music is truly International. Lester Flatt sang “Don’t Get Above Your Raisin’.” Well I know I am speaking for all the Hard Rain guys when I say I am so proud that my raisin’ included being taught this amazing music, I’m proud to be from Gound Zero of this amazing music, and I’m proud to be able to add my 2 cents worth to keep it alive and keep it moving forward!
Travis (again; seriously Anthony?! jk)
