Like a cool drink of clear water from a rusty old
well pump, the Dixies bring forth refreshing new
life from some of bluegrass' creakiest old
standards. Let's face it, folks ... after 20 or so
years of hearing and picking Old Joe Clark, even
I'll Fly Away, performed in predictable fashion,
they do get a mite old. Which means that
Saturday was the first time I actually enjoyed
hearing those songs in, let's see, over 35 years.
So now you know how long I've been picking
America's music.Well, The Deep South Dixies are mid-teen girls
from Louisiana, who have been at it
maybe two years. Okay, okay, Debbie's out of her
teens ... but just barely. Actually, Debbie (bass) is
the mother of Rebekah (mandolin) and aunt of
Sandi (guitar) and her sister Gabrielle (banjo).I'm not going to carry on about their pickin' (wait 'till
you hear Old Joe Clark) or their harmonies (like
on Talk About Sufferin') or even their Deep South
accented voices (sweet as a nest full of baby
mocking birds). What splashed over me was the
originality and pure creativity of their unique
arrangements and exhuberant execution. I'm still
playing their CD two days later as I write this.Which brings me to the point of this little essay.
These young ladies represent our hopes that
bluegrass music will survive and flourish in the
next generation. The girls are working mighty
hard, fellers, and they need our support. So all you
old bluegrass geezers, like me ... cough up a
measley 15 bucks and order their CD today.And you rich festival promoters, get 'em booked,
soon as school's out. They're real pretty and put
on a dynamite show. Just ask anybody who was
at Nederland last Saturday- Editor of Sabine Bluegrass------------------------For booking info,questions or if you would like to order a CD you can E-mail us at:
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