Faith and Cheeseburgers

It started out as a trip to get me some new shirts. I have lost 20 lbs over the last two months (whoo!) and nothing I own except for my dashikis really fits now – and my dashikis are much too nice for everyday wear.

So we were heading out to get some clothes for me and Amy remembered that she needed to drop her car off at her nephew’s garage so he could work on it when we are away.

We get to the garage and Amy’s nephew is down in the dumps so we take him across the street to McDonald’s to buy him some sweet tea and lend a sympathetic ear.

Once he was feeling better and on his way home we headed out to Wal-Mart. I managed to find a couple of T-shirts and somehow survived the long lines at the cashier to emerge triumphantly out into the cool Virginia evening.

For some reason we decided to wander into Big Lots! We weren’t exactly sure why we wandered into Big Lots!, but after wandering around for a bit a woman stopped Amy and asked, “Do I know you?”

It turned out that this was a nurse who worked for one of Amy’s doctors. They chatted for a moment and then Amy remembered that her friend’s mother had been ill. Amy asked how things were going and the woman sadly informed us that her mother had passed.

“I am just at the point where I can say it.” She said with a quiet sob.

I quietly backed out the door and headed back into Wal-Mart. I sorted through the fresh flowers and found a nice little bouquet. I walked back and handed the flowers to Amy so that she could give them to her friend.

We left Big Lots! and started back to Manassas. By now I was a few hours late on my pain medication and the pain was hitting me hard. We were quiet as we drove into town.

We decided to stop at McDonald’s to get a couple of Dollar Menu cheeseburgers. When we got to the window to pay the cashier informed us that the lady in front of us had already paid for our food.

It would be easy to say that a free cheeseburger was some kind of karmic reward, but I think what happened tonight was much more mundane – and because of that, much more amazing – than a formulaic do good to get good scenario.

Tonight we took care of people. People we love and people we barely know. While we were doing that somebody else was caring for us. That is Christianity at its purest and most basic form. There was love.

This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you.
John 15:12

What a blessing to have that thought in our hearts and minds as we pack tonight for the long trip to Crisfield.

Over the rest of the week people from around the world will be gathering to share music and fellowship at the Crisfield Banjo Retreat. If you cannot join us this time around I hope that you will go out into your community to make music with love in your hearts.

God bless,
Amy and Patrick Costello

Nemesis

The other day somebody made the mistake of asking a simple question on the Banjo Hangout about playing in other keys out of G tuning. The reaction by the group was to ignore the question completely in favor of sermonizing about how traditional banjo was made up of various tunings. It was all typically pointless and ignorant forum nonsense until somebody decided to drag my name into the mix, stating that I only play in of G tuning and that by doing so I have, in his words, “become the very nemesis of those with a more traditionalist point of view.”

Nemesis? The Free Dictionary defines the word as:

  1. A source of harm or ruin.
  2. Retributive justice in its execution or outcome.
  3. An opponent that cannot be beaten or overcome.
  4. One that inflicts retribution or vengeance.

It’s a pretty cool word. Greek mythology describes Nemesis as the spirit of divine retribution against those who succumb to hubris. The name Nemesis is related to the Greek word νέμειν [némein], meaning “to give what is due”.

I should be flattered, but I am pretty sure the guy who wrote the post is clueless to the meaning of the word he used. He probably just thought he was calling me a really bad Star Trek movie.

You’re Nemesis!
Oh yeah? Well you’re Search for Spock! “

Silliness aside, the foolish remark makes me pause for a moment and ask myself if I truly am very nemesis of those with a more traditionalist point of view.

You know what? I don’t care.

The Hangout has been harassing me for years. Before that it was the Banjo-L back in the 90′s. All I want to do is teach my craft. I give my work and time freely to anyone who asks. If that makes me a nemesis then the traditional music world is a truly messed up place. I will carry the weight of being an outcast with pride and keep on drawing bigger and bigger circles.

He drew a circle that shut me out —
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.

~Edwin Markham, ”Outwitted”.

Right now I have to pack for the Crisfield Banjo Retreat. I am picking up Carlos at the Salisbury airport in a few days and I cannot wait to see my brother.

Keep on drawing big circles. It apparently scares the poo out of them.

God bless,
Joseph Patrick Nemesis Costello III

clawhammervsfrailing.com

I updated clawhammervsfrailing.com early this morning. In addition to the original four-part essay there are twenty-three more articles discussing the craft of making music.

I have to admit that this little web site has been a lot of fun to put together. Taking away the day-to-day weblog material and focusing directly on the discussion of making music has allowed me to clarify some ideas that will be going into my next banjo book. It will be interesting to see where this all goes. Two short essays covering the same basic idea, Doing It Wrong and No Proper Anything, keep showing alone and together up all over the web in all areas of music. It is fun to see ideas getting out into the world.

Ray Harryhausen

Ray Harryhausen died today.
Ray Harryhausen
When I was very young my uncle John took me to see a special showing of The 7th Voyage of Sinbad at the Anthony Wayne Theater ages before the grand old place was chopped up into a multiplex. I was still in kindergarten so I don’t remember too much about that afternoon at the movies, but I can recall exactly how amazed I was when the monsters started lurching across the screen.

From that point on Ray Harryhausen was part of my childhood. I spent countless Saturday afternoons with Dear Old Dad, watching Harryhausen’s creations chase people around the sets of cheesy old movies. The movies were always bad, but the effects were always amazing enough to make everything fun.

Goodbye, Mr. Harryhausen. Your work gave me something to enjoy with my dad long before we even thought about playing banjos.

Hopkins Again Tomorrow

Amy is running me up to Johns Hopkins again tomorrow.

I have been in a lot of pain, which makes it hard to work, but Invictus the cat has been good company. He loves to sit out on the patio with me while I play my banjo for the local mockingbirds.

mockingbird Invictus

This weekend I will be gearing up for our workshop in Bedford, PA. I have not seen Dear Old Dad for a few weeks so making music with him and all of you will be wonderful!

If you are planning on joining us for the workshop and jam please drop me a note. I have some great ideas for workshop topics, but I would love to hear your thoughts. You can leave a comment here, send an email to ask.patrick@gmail.com or text me at 703-371-5069.

Tomorrow is going to be a long and painful day for me, but I will get through it by thinking happy thoughts about seeing so many of you in person.

God bless,
-Patrick

Menagerie

It has been a rough couple of days for me. The pain from the ear infection has gotten worse – which is amazing because I was convinced on Tuesday that the pain could not possibly get worse.

While the pain is not fun, Amy has been taking good care of me and I have Invictus the cat and Quinoa the hedgehog to keep me company.

Tomorrow Amy and I are going to head out early and watch the sunrise over Bull Run. The bluebells are at their peak bloom so it should be fantastic.

Invictus, Quinoa and Patrick