Québécois Tune of the Month for January 2016: Cos-reel de Pontbriand

Here is a great cross-tuned fiddle tune I learned from Henri Landry (1923-2001), a fiddler who lived in Pontbriand, Québec (near Thetford-Mines). He was a spirited player whose brisk, rock-steady tempos reflected his long career as a dance musician. Henri played fiddle for community dances and house parties for most of his life. After a long career as a truck driver in the mines, he spent an incredibly joyful retirement playing fiddle at local galas, contests, and house parties. He and his wife Fernande were immensely hospitable and kind, and they hosted many the memorable party, where good food and music and company filled the house to overflowing.

In addition to playing the standard local repertory, Henri had a repertory of tunes which he learned as a young boy from left-handed fiddler Thomas Pomerleau, a poor, reclusive and eccentric old man who lived in a tiny hut abutting the Pomerleau family farm. Although Thomas Pomerleau was known locally as “Quêteux” (beggar) Pomerleau and lived a marginal, hand-to-mouth existence, his fiddle playing was in demand at local weddings and dances. This is one of his tunes.

Cos-reel de Pontbriand (mp3)

Old Time Tune of the Month for January 2016: Old Bunch of Keys

Here is a great cross-tuned old-time reel from North Carolina fiddle legend Tommy Jarrell (1901-1985), who learned it as a young man from fiddlers Fred Hawks and John Rector of Fancy Gap, Virginia. I learned this tune from Tommy some forty years ago back in 1975 when I spent a good part of the summer in Mt. Airy visiting with him.

Tommy always served his tunes up “fresh,” packed full of subtle colorations and phrasings which reflected his mood of the moment as well as the musical chemistry of whomever he was playing with.
When playing “Old Bunch of Keys,” Tommy would vary the number of repetitions of the low part of the tune, as the spirit moved him. Here he reflects on how he picked up that custom, and the signaling used to announce the return to the high part of the tune:
“Up on the mountain (near Fancy Gap, Va.) from my daddy-in-law (Charlie Barnett Lowe), an’ John Rector, an’ Fred Hawkes, an’ some of ’em…Well, we’d go on the high part twice, y’know, but we played the low part a long time ‘fore we’d go to the high part. We’d just keep playin’ the (low part) til one of us wanted to change an’ them we’d punch a knee. We’d sit (facing each other) with our knees together. An then if I took a notion to go on the high part, all I had to do is (bump knees), an’ if he did, why, he’d do the same thing to me. An’ we knowed exactly what the other one was gonna do thataway. In place of raising the fiddle up, that’s what we’d do, y’know. Course when Lawrence (Lowe) got to playing with us, we couldn’t do that, we had to raise my fiddle up when we’d go to go on the high part. Uncle Charlie and Daddy both (signaled by raising the fiddle) all the time. That’s when I knowed when they was a-gonna change, y’know. They played like that, played the low part of it maybe over half a dozen or a dozen times ‘fore they’d play the high part, an’ just go over the high part twice” (Old Time Herald, Vol. 3, No. 2, Winter 91-92, pg. 46).

Old Bunch of Keys (mp3)

Quebec Tune of the Month for December 2015: L’histoire de mon vieux coq

Here is an original composition from Gaspé-region fiddler Yvon Mimeault, still fiddling up a storm in his 80s!

About Yvon: Born in 1928 in Mont-Louise, Quebec, Yvon is the seventh of a dozen children. A “preemie” baby, Yovn’s small stature precluded his following his family farming practice. Yvon discovered his passion for fiddling at the age of 21 while working as a handyman in a lumber camp. When he came home eight months later, he put his woodworking and creative skills to work and made himself a fiddle. At the same time, he went to school to become an électricien. A few months later, Yvon was playing in a radio band in Matane; from 1949 to 1954 he played for local dances on the week-ends after a 60 hour work week.

Yvon married in 1956 and he and his wife raised six children. Music went on the back burner for the next 20 years or so, but in 1977, Yvon dusted off his fiddle and started playing again. He has a huge repertory of tunes learned from family, from the radio, and from recordings, as well as a number of his own compositions. Yvon is an immensely sociable musician who loves a good laugh. He is also a very skillful woodcarver who makes wonderful animal sculptures.

About the tune: The title of this tune in English would be ‘The Story of My Old Rooster.” Here’s Eric Lortie reporting the information he gathered from Yvon about this tune:
Act 1 (or Part A, for the musicians)

A farm in Gaspesia, as young boy Yvon walks accross the yard he is attacked by the old rooster — a big grey Plymouth Rock weighing in at about 12 pounds. Yvon, with injured leg and pride, pulls out his slingshot and faces the rooster (just like in a Sergio Leone movie!). As the beast turns its head sideways to look him in the eye — roosters turn sideways for a face to face — Yvon takes a shot. The bird, hit in the head, falls to the ground. Yvon, after making sure nobody saw him, leans it against a fence where he can discretely keep an eye on it. After a while, the rooster, who was only knocked out, gets up and staggers back to the henhouse, to the relief of Yvon.

Act 2 (Part B)
The next morning, as usual, the old rooster hopped on a fence to wake up the whole farm, but he was now singing out of tune.

L’histoire de mon vieux coq, recording (mp3)