Tater tater tater tater tate-
Your post was about ethnic groups and then there was a sentence about
Chicago.  I drank a cup of coffee and read a big chunk of a book (Making the
second ghetto - race and housing in chicago 1940-1960) that I really should
have already finished yesterday before working on music.  The chapter I left
half finished was on white ethnic neighborhoods in Chicago.  Then the coffee
actually started working and I picked up my mandolin and was playing and
listening to stuff on my computer whence I should have been doing homwork.
 That lead to reading this mailing list and thus your post, reminding me
about white ethnic groups and Chicago and that I should be reading that
book.  I guess I should have just left the response in my head!  Sorry for
leading us off track.

On another note, I was once told that NJ was a hotbed of classical banjo
activity.  I also just read an account of a North Pole expedition that
mentioned banjos AND accordions playing home sweet home while in the arctic.
 I think banjos were everywhere.  Fred Van Eps and Vess Ossman both lived
here and played extensively in Asbury Park, but certainly not old-time
music.  My dad always calls our local area banjo land because he gets
frustrated at the inability to think liberally at school board meetings and
such.  I always get mad and remind him that it takes a large mind to play a
banjo.  The banjo gets pigeonholed as a rural, southern thing.  Even a lot
of the minstrel stuff was written in NYC, and it certainly romanticized the
south.  There is something about fantasizing about the South for us
Northerners.  Even Dixie was written up North.  Maybe that is why old-time
music is so popular up North in New England, MN, and Wisconsin specifically.
 It's cold and in the south it is so warm.  I get jealous when I listen to
Charlie McCoy sing, "in the wintertime I'm doing mighty well, but in the
summertime its a burning hell" because in the wintertime here it is cold!

On a side note, I am watching Dora the Explorer with my niece right now and
a flower is lost in the snow and they are trying to find their way back to
warmer climates.  Perhaps that is the same as us Northern flowers listening
mournfully to southbound trains.  Also, in the background I could swear they
keep playing little brown jug.


need to organize my thoughts better
Mike H

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