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My 2007 trip to Boston, Massachusetts

My 2007 trip to Boston, Massachusetts

August 27, 2018 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

In 2007 I took my first solo trip to the USA. I included a trip to Boston, Massachusetts, to visit my sister, Janet, who has lived in that area for over forty years. Due to the distance between us, we don’t see each other very often. My decision to cross the Atlantic that year was also fuelled by the desire to meet up with a number of my e-mail friends, a lot of whom I had first met via MySpace. Janet and I spent a week together during this month-long trip.

My Arrival

I had arrived in Orlando in April and, during my three days stay in Sanford, I met successfully up with five Florida friends. I then headed back to Orlando airport and flew up north to Boston. Janet met me at Logan airport. This was actually my second trip to Boston as I had been once before, in 1996, with my husband, Frank. That trip was the one and only trip to America my husband ever made, as his disability rendered him unfit to fly after that.

Janet drove me to her house, where I got myself settled in and had a nice meal with her. At this time she was living in Charlestown, just across the Charles River from the main city of Boston, much nearer the city from where she had lived before. Her house was near the top of the hill and, from there, she had a panoramic view of the Boston rooftops and skyscrapers.

Views over the rooftops from Janet's Charlestown home.

Views over the rooftops from Janet’s Charlestown home.

Going Dancing

While in Boston, Janet  twice took me contra dancing (something I had not tried before). It is a difficult style of dance to describe, but this video will show you how it’s done. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RsvBiTfY7lI. There is a lot of spinning round in this style of dancing and by the end of a dance I was having trouble staying upright, as I was so giddy. They tell you that, to reduce dizziness, you should look straight into your partner’s eyes … slightly embarrassing when you are dancing with a total stranger. Alternatively, you can fix your eyes on the middle of their forehead, but even this didn’t work for me.

Contra Dancing in Boston

Contra Dancing in Boston

Apologies for the photo being a bit blurry, but my camera couldn’t cope with the speed of the whirling dancers.

One evening I managed to persuade her to take me to a local line dance class instead. We enjoyed the evening, even though Janet wasn’t as keen on line dancing as I was.

Later that week she took me to the North East Folk Festival Association (NEFFA) folk festival about 30 miles away, in the town of Mansfield, southwest of Boston. It was held in the buildings belonging to Mansfield High and Middle Schools. The festival has a long history, having run every year since 1944. There were many craft stalls available, where one could browse through their colourful wares. Various groups of musicians were set up in different classrooms for the listening audience and there was dancing in various styles in the main hall. There were also some workshops available for anyone interested.

Folk dancing at NEFFA festival 2007

Folk dancing at NEFFA festival 2007

 

Craft Stalls at the NEFFA folk festival

Craft Stalls at the NEFFA folk festival

Exploring Boston

Janet was still working part-time, so while she was at work I explored the city on my own. Some of the places I went to were the Museum of Science, Quincy Market and nearby Faneuil Hall. This was not my first visit to the Museum of Science. Frank and I had been there during our 1996 trip, but there is so much to see there it was well worth another visit.The shear number of exhibits takes my breath away. Have a look here …

Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall are also fascinating places to wander round. The variety of wares sold there is huge, something for everyone. Apart from the extensive indoor markets on two floors, there are the outdoor market stalls between the two halls. Hours could be spent there browsing around. A poster says there are now more than 70 shops, 10 pubs and restaurants and 40 pushcarts in Faneuil Hall Marketplace.

The bustling scene at Quincy Market

The bustling scene at Quincy Market

 

Pushcarts displaying colourful goods for sale

Colourful pushcarts at Quincy Market, Boston

Down by the Harbour

The New England Aquarium can be found down by the harbour. It features a gigantic glass tank, with a multilevel walkway spiralling around and up the side of it. From this walkway I could get a good view of many types of fish and other water creatures in the tank. I could also look down and see the penguins, which were in pools on the ground-floor level. The aquarium claim to have about 600 species on display here.

Penguins at New England Aquarium, Boston

Penguins at New England Aquarium, Boston

Nearby there were boat trips around the harbour on offer, but I didn’t take one on this trip.

Part of Boston Harbour

Part of Boston Harbour

At the end of that week with my sister in Boston, I flew down to Nashville for my first visit there. More trips were to follow, but I will write about those in in future posts. Please Sign Up to be notified of future posts.

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A Near Miss … or Two

A Near Miss … or Two

February 22, 2018 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

Driving on unfamiliar roads in the United States has led to a near miss or two for me. Coming from the UK, I’d always been used to driving on the left-hand side of the road. I was not yet used to being on the right-hand side. I also had to learn the customs and norms of driving in America.

The first near miss

I had reached a junction with a road with three lanes going each way. From the side road I was on, I needed to make a left-hand turn to get onto the south-bound lanes. Having already safely crossed the three north-bound lanes, I’d  paused on the median while preparing to move into a south-bound lane. I had seen a truck in the far distance that was travelling south, but reckoned I had plenty of time to get myself onto the near-side lane before he reached that point. Getting onto the nearside lane would be normal practice in the UK and I’d expected the truck driver to overtake me using the centre lane, if he needed to.

What I hadn’t yet learned was that it is common practice, certainly in the southern states, for vehicles to overtake one another on either side. As a result, the truck driver wasn’t expecting me to pull over into the same lane that he was in. He must also have been travelling faster than I had anticipated, probably well above the speed limit.

As he drew close to me, he suddenly realised that I had pulled into his lane. He slammed on his brakes and swerved, skidding onto the hard shoulder. He stopped momentarily and, as we drew level, I signalled an apology to him.

Driving a bit further down the road, I pulled into the first forecourt I came to. I was expecting him to pull up there too and to give me a verbal ticking-off, or worse. But, no. He just carried on driving and I never saw him again. He must have realised that I was not a local, deciding that I was just an ignorant foreign tourist. Either that, or he just thought me a stupid old lady.

Wrong Turn near Nashville

On another occasion, on the outskirts of Nashville, I was looking for the turn-off I needed. My SatNav (GPS) was telling me to take the next left turn. I saw what I thought was the turn-off. It momentarily crossing my mind that this was a very sharp turn. However, as I turned, it was only then that I realised that I had turned too soon. I had, in fact, turned onto the ramp, or slip-road, that was bringing traffic onto the road that I was trying to leave.

There I was, facing a line of traffic coming down the ramp. All the approaching cars just came to a halt and waited while I reversed back and turned to face the way I should have been. They were all so very polite, no hooting of horns or aggressive behaviour. I’m not sure that UK drivers would have been that courteous, but maybe drivers in that area were used to foreign tourist making errors like that. Anyway, I won’t be making that mistake again in a hurry.

However, on each occasion, I’m glad to say, I was spared what could have been a very serious outcome. I have since driven many thousands of miles in the States and have avoided any similar mistakes, I’m glad to say.

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More Visits with Cowboy Jack

More Visits with Cowboy Jack

July 22, 2017 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

My second visit with Cowboy Jack

In my last post, I mentioned that I’d forgotten to take my camera when I visited Cowboy Jack Clement for the first time. If you missed that post, you can read it here: Meeting Cowboy Jack Clement

However, two days later, I’d arranged to meet my friend, Arlene Faith. Arlene had worked with Cowboy Jack a few years earlier when she was recording a country album of her own. She was only too happy to take me back to his home, as she said she’d love to see him again. So my return visit was arranged.

Arriving back at Cowboy Jack’s house, I was able to get all the photos that I wanted. Cowboy Jack kindly posed for me in his office, and members of his staff and other people there were quite happy to pose for me too. I took lots pictures that morning, though most that I took in his recording studio upstairs didn’t come out very well as the light was too low. I also got a few pictures of Jack’s yard, and of his swimming pool where he liked to swim regularly.

After getting my pictures, we went into the room next to Jack’s office. Sitting round the table, I spent time talking to other people there. I always jotted down the names of people I met and took photos of, as I knew that I’d forget many of their names otherwise. My memory for names has never been good. Jack’s son, Niles, was working in an adjoining room and I had a brief chat with him too.

Some of the other people I met there

Another person I met was Luke Chalk, one of Cowboy’s sound engineers. Luke had moved to Nashville from London, UK, a couple of years earlier. He worked alongside Brooks Watson, Jack’s senior engineer. Brooks was working in the studio that day, on the mixing desk. Chance Martin (a.k.a. Alamo Jones) was there again. Chance, who was my first contact there, was a long-time friend of both Cowboy Jack and of Johnny Cash. It was Johnny Cash who named Chance ‘The Voice in Black’. Chance took care of much of the photography and video work for Jack, as well as usually being the one to answer the phone.

Chance also co-hosted a weekly radio show with Cowboy Jack on XM/Sirius Outlaw Country up until Jack’s death. He continues the legacy with The Alamo Jones Show in that same time slot. Mary Todd was another stalwart who I met several times over the years. Her role was to keep all the Clement-Vision business accounts in order. I also met Cowboy’s partner, Aleene.

While we were chatting over drinks of Cowboy Jack’s lemonade, a girl known as C.J. (a.k.a. C.J.Flannigan) came by again. She, too, is a photographer and was also webmaster of the Clement Vision website. I’d first met her first on my visit two days earlier. That day, when she’d realised I didn’t have a car with me, she offered me a ride back to my hotel. That ride became a mini-tour, showing me the location of many of the recording studios and music landmarks in the Music Row area. However, with it being a pretty speedy tour, and everything being so new to me, I was only able to remember a few of the places she’d pointed out.

It’s a small world

During my visit in 2009, I met some more people at the Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa. This was the name Cowboy gave to his studios. Two people I particularly remember were Sunday Sharpe and Cley Reynolds, both singer/songwriters.

A couple of weeks later, back in Florida, I visited Jack and Misty’s home again, just before flying home. I showed them the photos that I’d taken and Misty was startled to see the picture of Sunday Sharpe. It turned out that they were old friends. She told me that she and Sunday used to go to the laundromat together when she and Jack lived in Nashville in the 70s. It turns out to be such a small world.

Introducing Jack & Misty to Cowboy Jack

Because of the number of times I visited Cowboy Jack, there are too many stories to fit them all in here. However, there was one special highlight during my 2011 visit.

I was travelling with Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan this time. We’d been to visit their family in Celina, two hours drive north of Nashville. On our return journey, we spent a few days in Nashville.

In all the years Jack & Misty lived in Nashville, even though they were working in the same building as him, they had never actually met Cowboy Jack. Jack & Misty’s manager at the time was Cowboy’s partner, Bill Hall, but they had only ever seen Cowboy from a distance.

For some time I’d wanted them to be able to meet Cowboy. Now, at last, was my chance to get them together. I phoned Chance to arrange a suitable time to visit. Then I drove Jack & Misty down to Cowboy’s home. They had a long chat with him and, while we were there, Cowboy’s son, Niles, took this lovely photo of the three of them together.

Cowboy Jack with Jack and Misty.

           Jack, Misty with Cowboy Jack Clement (By permission of J. Niles Clement)

 A few days later I was also able to introduce Jack & Misty to the Americana duo, Eric Brace and Peter Cooper. I’d met Eric & Peter in Liverpool, UK, a couple of months earlier and I’d seen that they had a gig booked at The Basement on 8th Avenue South. So I took Jack & Misty along with me to meet them and we had a very enjoyable evening.

Cowboy Jack, the singer

Although Cowboy Jack was a good singer and musician, his main focus in life was his recording and publishing business. He never attempted to make a name for himself as a singer and he only recorded a handful of recordings of himself. The only time I heard him singing live was during this 2011 visit. He was performing at a charity event at the Belmont Theater, in Belcourt Avenue. Also with him were Riders in the Sky, Chuck Mead and the Belmont Bluegrass Choir from the University. Jack & Misty came to the theater with me to see him. I was so glad that I got the chance to hear him performing live at least once. Watching videos of him performing was never quite the same.

Although he did not record himself much, Cowboy Jack wrote numerous well known songs. These songs were recorded by many other people, including Johnny Cash. A huge number of well-known singers passed through his studios at one time or another. There are simply too many to list here. Think of any well-known artist and chances are that Cowboy had had a hand in recording at least some of their songs. So, apart from the songs he wrote, his main influence on the music industry was through his recording and production businesses. For more about his achievements see this obituary in the Guardian newspaper.

The Fire

Cowboy Jack Clement's house

                      Cowboy Jack Clement’s house in Nashville.

On 26th June 2011, Cowboy Jack’s house was badly damaged by fire. In one of the video clips shown on the news later that day, Cowboy Jack could be seen sitting on a lawn chair, in his bathrobe, watching the firemen tackling the blaze. The fire ripped through the upper floor, totally destroying the studios, along with most of the archived tapes of recordings made over the years. Fortunately, they did manage to rescue most of Jack’s guitars and other instruments, including his favourite guitar. There was only two or three people in the house at the time and no one was hurt. Even the cat was rescued.

Most of the damage on the first floor (ground floor) was water damage and his daughter, Alison, and friends had the huge task of laundering curtains and soft furnishings. The house was later re-built, restoring it pretty much as it had been before the fire. The work was overseen by Cowboy’s cousin, Bob Clement, who ensured that an excellent restoration job was done.

By the spring of 2012 the work was almost complete. I was in Nashville again that spring and was privileged to be one of the first people to set foot inside the house after it was rebuilt. All the structural work had been completed, but the studio equipment was still awaiting installation. An excellent job had been done and it looked little different than it had done before the fire, save for the new furnishings.

My last visit to the Cowboy Arms Hotel

Whenever I visited the Cowboy Arms Hotel and Recording Spa, I never knew who else I might meet there. It was like an open house and I remember once being told that anyone who visited regularly for three months or more was given a key to the door.

My last visit there was in May 2013. I’d known for some time that Cowboy Jack had cancer. I wasn’t even sure if I would see him that day, as he was sleeping in his bedroom when I arrived. I spent quite a long time talking with Chance Martin and Mary Todd, and with other people there. It was getting near the time I would have to leave, as Chance had an appointment elsewhere.

However, much to my delight, just before I was due to leave, Cowboy came through from his bedroom. He came over and gave me a big hug, and I wished him well. Then, who should follow him down the corridor, but Johnny Cash’s son, John Carter Cash. It was such a fleeting meeting with John that he may well have forgotten meeting me by now, but it’s lodged in my memory. If I ever meet him again, I will ask him if he remembers me. Sadly, Cowboy Jack died just two months after that visit.

Since Cowboy Jack’s death

I miss my visits to that house, but times move on. Since Cowboy Jack’s death, the house has been sold. The new owners wanted to continue Jack’s legacy, but came up against an obstacle. The house was in an area zoned as residential. They had to fight to get the house re-designated as an official Nashville Neighborhood Landmark. Without that designation, they would not have have been able to run a business from the house. Jack had been able to run his business there because he’d started it many years before these designations had been set. Fortunately, the new owners were successful with getting this re-designation. They have now moved in and music is being recorded there again. Cowboy Jack would have been very happy about that.

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How I met Doc Kazoo

How I met Doc Kazoo

August 20, 2016 by Moragh Carter 2 Comments

During my travels to the USA I’ve met so many interesting people. This story is about how I met Doc Kazoo. My meeting with Doc Kazoo came about as the result of a number of extraordinary coincidences, which began in my home town of Nantwich. But first, for those who don’t already know, I will explain what a kazoo is.

What is a kazoo?

A kazoo is a small musical wind instrument, made out of wood or metal. The player hums into it, rather than blowing. It sounds something like the primitive instrument many people used to make in their school days by folding paper over a comb, then putting it to their lips and humming, making a buzzing sound. I’ve since learned that the kazoo is a popular instrument in jug bands, carnival marching bands, folk and ukulele bands, and it is sometimes used in jazz bands.

George with some of his kazoos

George with some of his kazoos

So what is the connection between Doc Kazoo and Nantwich? And how did I come to be meeting him? After all, we live over 4,000 miles apart, me in the UK, and Doc Kazoo in Florida.

This extraordinary chain of events

The extraordinary chain of events that led to our meeting began in Nantwich, at the annual Jazz, Blues and Music Festival during the Easter weekend in 2014. One band I went to see that weekend was called The N’Ukes (short for Nantwich Ukuleles). While watching them, I noticed that one of the players was playing a small wooden instrument which I didn’t recognise. After the band finished their final set, I went up to him and asked him what this instrument was. He told me it was a kazoo.

My curiosity was spiked

Later that evening, when writing up my on-line diary, I looked up the word ‘kazoo’ to check how to spell it. I was also curious to find out more about these intriguing wooden instruments. As I browsed, one particular website caught my eye. It belonged to someone called Doc Kazoo. The thing that particularly caught my attention was a poster on his site. It was advertising The N’Ukes upcoming gig in Audlem, near Nantwich, the following month. Why, I wondered, would someone from Florida be advertising a Nantwich band’s gig in the UK. After all, they were on opposite sides of the Atlantic, with over 4,000 miles of water between them. Intrigued, I researched further.

What I Discovered

I discovered that Doc Kazoo (real name: George Collins) has a small factory, which he calls The Great AsWeGo Kazoo Factory. It is in a workshop alongside his home in Eustis, Florida. Here he makes wooden kazoos and a number of other wooden instruments. It looked fascinating.

Just ten days after making this discovery, I was due to leave for the USA. Looking at the map, I realised that George’s home was only a half-hour drive from Sanford, where I was going to be staying for the first part of my trip.

I like to keep my journeys short during my first few days, giving me time to get over jet lag. However, a week earlier, I’d found I was going to have some free time the day after my arrival. The person I’d hoped to visit that day wasn’t well and had called off my visit to her. So, before leaving England, knowing that I would have these few hours spare, I contacted George, asking if I could come and visit him. He replied, saying that I was welcome. He gave me his address and phone number, and sent me some pictures to help me find his place. As it gets too hot for him to work later in the day, he suggested that I get there before 11am. So, on a sunny April day, I found myself driving to his place.

Finding Doc Kazoo’s Home

My GPS (SatNav) led me to his home and I could easily recognise which gateway to turn into from the pictures he’d sent me. I turned into a long, tree-lined, dirt driveway, which opened out onto large grassy meadow. As I pulled up I saw his factory, or workshop, on my right. It looked like a large garage, blue-grey in colour, with wide double-doors. It was situated a couple of hundred yards from his house, which I could see further up the driveway. The doors of his workshop were wide open, so, after parking my car, I went over and called his name. George came breezing out and gave me a hearty welcome, ushering me inside.

Doc Kazoo's Workshop

Doc Kazoo’s Workshop

His workshop was crammed full of tools. Racks, holding lengths of wood in different colours, lined one wall. Kazoos, some completed, some part-made, were on small racks on the work benches. Various other wooden instruments were around the work place. The fragrance from all the different types of woods filled the air.

George showed me round before giving me a demonstration of how he makes these kazoos. He first chooses the right piece of wood, then carves out the basic shape before proceeding to hollow it out and shape it. He has created his own design of reed for them, using small pieces of plastic from carrier bags obtained from one particular supermarket. After a lot of experimenting, he had found that the plastic used in these particular bags gives the best sound.

The link with Nantwich

Talking to him, as he showed me round, I found out about his connection with The N’Ukes. I discovered that the kazoo that I’d seen being played in Nantwich was one that he had made. In fact, he had made several for that band. These included some that they would be selling at the Audlem festival to raise money for the charities they were supporting.

George gets orders for his kazoos from people all over the world. For everyone who wants it, he makes a video of their own kazoo being made, which he then ships to them with their order. The video camera he uses to film his work is one designed for underwater use. It’s the only type that will keep the ever-present wood dust out of the workings.

Most of the kazoos he makes are made to order, but he keeps a few ready for impromptu sales. I bought one of them as a memento of my visit. I also took quite a few photos of George and his workshop to show my friends when I returned home.

After he’d finished showing me round his workshop, he showed me his small vegetable garden. It is between his workshop and another building. It is fully enclosed to keep the rabbits from eating his lettuces and radishes, and the other crops he grows for himself and his wife, Lynette Auberjeunois. I was sorry not to have been able to meet Lynette, as she was asleep at the time. She is a composer and flute instructor and she does much of her composing during the night, which is why she sleeps during the day.

George the Photographer

George is also a very keen photographer. His speciality is taking photos of the wonderful sunrises, sunsets and cloud formations, as seen from his home. He also photographs his animals, visiting birds and his neighbours’ horses. Some photos are aerial shots he takes using his drone-mounted camera. Many of his photos are on his Facebook page.

He also told me about his time in the navy, part of which he spent stationed in Scotland, and how he managed to get his own van shipped there, and back, by the navy.

A couple of hours later, we bade each other farewell, saying we hoped to meet again some day.

My second meeting with Doc Kazoo

The following year, in September 2015, he welcomed me back again. My visit was a surprise to him as, although I had tried to phone him beforehand, I’d failed to reach him. It turned out that this was because I had one digit wrong for his phone number. Anyway, as I was going to be passing close to his home, I decided to drop by on the off-chance he was there. Fortunately for me, I got there in time to catch him before he had to leave to take his dog to the vet. He gave me a warm welcome, as before.

Since my previous visit, he’d updated the design of the kazoo reeds. He gave me some to bring back to the UK, both for myself and for Barry, the N’Ukes’ kazoo player. It was good to see George again and we had over an hour together before I had to resume my journey and he had to head for the vets.

I am so glad to have gained George as another friend to add to my ever-growing list of friends on the US side of the pond.

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Really Lost – the First Time

Really Lost – the First Time

October 15, 2015 by Moragh Carter Leave a Comment

Orlando International Airport lounge overlooked by the Hyatt Hotel

It was day four of my first trip to Florida, after arriving on Wednesday April 11th 2007, and it was time to head for the airport in Orlando again, this time to get the flight to Boston, Massachusetts, to visit my sister. Airports have never been my favourite places to drive to as they are so easy to get really lost in, with their myriad of junctions and (to me) confusing signage.

I’d just had a thoroughly enjoyable few days in Florida. The hotel where I been staying, the Comfort Inn & Suites in Sanford, lived up to its name and was very comfortable, and the staff were so welcoming. One of the hotel’s best features, as far as I was concerned, was breakfast being available until 10.30 am, as I am not a natural early riser. At most hotels, breakfast is not available after 9.00 or 9.30 am. I had picked this hotel because I knew it was near where my new friends, Jack and Misty lived. It was lovely to meet them, when they came round to the hotel, and I spent far more time with them during the next two days than I expected would be possible. I was delighted to find out how well we got on together.

However, after four nights in Sanford, it was now time to move on.

This story is about how I got completely lost at Orlando airport. I had, in fact, almost got lost three days earlier. I had picked up a rental car the Thursday morning and I took it out for a test drive. Surprisingly, it didn’t take me too long to get used to driving on the opposite side of the road to what I was used to. But there was no SatNav (GPS) in that car and, as I drove round the town exploring, it wasn’t long before I took a wrong turn … but I’ve already written about that episode in my previous post.

Heading back to the airport

After leaving the hotel this Sunday morning, I set off down the FL-417 towards the airport. My first error was when I thought I was in the nearside lane, but discovered, too late, that it was an exit lane. I found my way to a gas station and, after filling the car, the gas station attendant gave me directions about how to get back on the right road for the airport. But, it was when I reached the airport, that’s when I found myself really lost.

On the way I also had my first experience of toll booths, where I found myself fumbling round, trying to find the right change in the unfamiliar currency.

Going Round in Circles

Once I eventually reached the airport, I went round and round in circles trying to find where I should drop off my rental car. I seemed to be able to find every rental company under the sun, apart from the one I needed. I have never felt so lost in all my life. Eventually I pulled into the drop-off bay for another company to ask the way.

The first person I asked couldn’t even speak English, but he called another girl over. She spoke English but she didn’t know where I had to go either. However, she pointed to a security guard, who she said would be able to direct me. He was, in deed, able to help, but I had to get him to write down the directions as the drop-off point I needed was five miles from the airport.

Once I had successfully dropped the car off, I was directed to the shuttle bus which would take me back to the airport. It dropped me off at the terminal I needed and I was safely on my way again. I was mighty happy to have overcome that hurdle.

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