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FUR PEACE RANCH

Long Notes About My Short Visits
to "Guitar Heaven" in Southern Ohio


Jorma Kaukonen takes a moment to instruct me on the
finer points of the instrument during a break at Fur Peace
(photo courtesy Guitar World Acoustic magazine)

THE FIRST VISIT
This story begins some 20 years ago.

When I was a freshman at Marietta College I used to frequent a coffeehouse just off campus. It was one of those small dark storefronts where a dozen or so people might wander through during the course of an evening. I was doing the singer/songwriter thing and another fellow was playing a kind of guitar music I'd never heard before. Today I would call it an excellent mix of ragtime, rural folk and delta blues with a touch of bluegrass. Then I called it "Where the heck is he getting all those notes?!!!" Arnie (if I ever knew his last name I've forgotten it...) was from Philadelphia. He would slip on his metal fingerpicks, light up a cigarette -- this was in the days before smoking was considered a capital offense -- and started thumping and popping his guitar, getting more music out of the thing than I ever thought possible. When he played, Arnie looked like a steam engine barreling down the track...feet pounding, fingers churning and smoke billowing. Add to that the effect of his dark-rimmed glasses and a beard that was as long and wiry as his bushy hair, and it was a sight not easily forgotten.

At about this same time I happened across an album by Hot Tuna. I wasn't familiar with the music but I bought it was because the two main guys in the group, Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady, were part of Jefferson Airplane, one of the high-flying psychedelic rock groups leading the San Francisco music scene in the mid-to-late 60's. But...wait a second...this isn't rock music, it isn't psychedelic music. It's laid back, it's acoustic, it's...it's like Arnie from Philly! As fate would have it, Arnie graduated and my Hot Tuna album was stolen after only two weeks on my hot little turntable. Three years later I happened upon Bill Powell, a classical guitar teacher in Parkersburg, West Virginia. He provided me with a solid understanding of classical guitar technique and (most importantly) the ability to read music. This is the foundation that I have continued to build upon to this day. But, just beneath the surface of my musical imagination the funky, bluesy, ragtime seeds that Arnie had planted...waiting patiently...lying dormant until...

...until about 6 months ago when I saw a small sidebar in Acoustic Guitar magazine announcing that: Jorma "Jefferson Airplane, Hot Tuna" Kaukonen was going to be opening a guitar school, Fur Peace Guitar Ranch, in Pomeroy, Ohio! I was in shock, I fell off my chair, got back up and fell off again. Nothing like this happens in southern Ohio...only in California or New York! Fur Peace is a "fur piece" down the road from just about anywhere...but Westerville. It was practically in my backyard (not quite but closer than California!) This had to be a typo! I sent for the info. It was true! Pomeroy, Ohio...2 hours from where I live...twenty miles from where I grew up.

From April 24 to the 27 I visited southeast Ohio's version of "guitar heaven" (affectionately referred to by my wife and children as "the funny farm"). To write about the entire experience would be way too long, but let me hit a few of the highlights.

 


Our "class picture" from Fur Peace

The April class was the first for this soon-to-be-world-renowned institution. The place had the wonderfully fresh and inviting aroma of a lumberyard. The last nail had been driven less than 24 hours before the first student arrived. The facilities: cabins, classrooms, 150-year-old log cabins used as the kitchen and dining area, are great -- new and rustic at the same time -- but the most important feature of the ranch is the wide porch that connects the classrooms to the living room/library. As every thinking person knows, guitars are made for porches and porches for guitars. This was the perfect location for the evening and morning jam sessions.

One of the great things about music is its ability to bring together people of different backgrounds and quickly enable them to establish a meaningful rapport. That is exactly what happened. A bunch of guys (twenty three of us - two from Ohio, two from California, one from Florida, one from Illinois, three or four from Kentucky and Virginia, and the rest from New York and New Jersey) from a variety of backgrounds (dentists, a doctor, business owners, a high school senior, a software entrepreneur, stock and bond brokers) and a variety of musical experiences (from, "I think I've played guitar for an hour this year," to, "I've played guitar virtually every day for the past 30 years") were able to spontaneously make great sounding music.


People grab guitars and work
spontaneously as well as in classes at FPR

The instructors were outstanding. I had the good fortune of learning from Rory Block. Rory is considered the chief proponent of country blues - last week she won her 3rd W.C. Handy Award. (This is a highly prestigious blues award similar to the Grammys). I don't normally like to quote people for fear of taking them out of context, but I will give you two quotes from Jorma that are true in any context: "She's the real deal." and "Rory, you're a national treasure." Much can and should be said about Rory's playing and singing. She is one of the most intense performers I have ever had the privilege of seeing. Her performance of "Mamas Blues" (accompanied by Jorma) was absolutely stunning. However, in this limited space, I would like to say something about her as a teacher. She is a truly outstanding instructor: clarity of thought, a high level of organization, an unshakable commitment to her subject and the ability to breakdown and isolate the key components of her style. Add to that a huge reservoir of patience and encouragement and you've got the formula for successful learning. In her class she had the "one-hour-this-year" guy and the "every-day-for-thirty-years" guy. By the end of three days, everyone was able to play the basic elements of country blues, incorporate the elements into several songs and have enough understanding of the style to learn more on their own in the future. (It only took two days for me to discovered the key to country blues - do the opposite of everything you know about classical guitar!) Perhaps the highlight of the instructional sessions was Saturday morning: sitting on bales of hay enjoying a beautiful spring morning in the rolling hills of southern Ohio learning country blues from Rory Block. Friend, it just doesn't get much better than that!

A side note: Jack Casady taught a class of eight bass players. In most civilized societies gatherings of more than two bass players are strictly prohibited! One unmisquotable quote from Jack, "Music is fun." Judging by the twinkle in his eye, this was definitely the voice of experience.

The food: most of the guitar fanatics I know would live on bread and water for a few days to study with the teachers at this camp. Bread and water was hardly the fare of the day. Vanessa Kaukonen, Jorma's wife, somehow rounded up the best chef in Athens (Ohio) and turned this lady loose in the kitchen. While each meal was a delight, Greek night and Mexican night were truly outstanding.

For those of you who may be wondering, Fur Peace Ranch has a very real and very strict, no drugs, no alcohol policy. This may seem strange considering the psychedelic era which gave birth to Jefferson Airplane, but not so strange when you consider the losses that the musical community has experienced due to substance abuse. If you mess around with something you shouldn't while you're at Fur Peace, you're on your way home -- no refund of tuition -- Do not pass Go, Do not collect $200. These are people living a dream - a dream they don't want to see tainted.

Just another word about the way the camp is run. Everytime I sent any correspondence (snail mail) I had a response in less than a week. Many small details that could have been overlooked or forgotten were anticipated and taken care of. This could only be due to the hard work of Vanessa and her sister Ginger. (Jorma is too good of a musician to be this organized!)

It was obvious that both of these ladies put in plenty of long hours to make sure that each student would have an unforgettable experience. Their efforts paid off. From this student's point of view there are only two things that go on at Fur Peace Ranch - learning to play music and playing music. (Well let's say three things, don't forget the eating.) One question remains, "Can such a convergence of fun, relaxation and great music ever occur again?" I guess it's up to you to head for the hills and make sure it does!

THE SECOND VISIT
Several people have asked for more details about my second trip to FPR. There is a ton that could be written, but I will attempt to hit the highlights and answer some of the questions that I have been asked during the past year.

In April of this year I made my 2nd trip to Fur Peace Guitar Ranch in the beautiful hills of Southern Ohio. This year I was able to take lessons from Jorma himself. What a treat! The first Hot Tuna album has been a favorite since I heard it way back in the fall of '70. To be able to sit in the room and learn those songs from "the man" was truly a blast. Jorma is a very positive person. He's got a twinkle in his eye and a quick, easy laugh. At one point a few of us were talking about the some of the strange "unplugged" concerts that have made their way onto the TV. Someone brought up the "Kiss Unplugged" concert. The conversation could have gone negatively: (i.e. "Those turkeys. Why don't they hang it up, etc." Before things could go down that road, with a laugh Jorma said, "What a great country," then moved the conversation along. Clearly a guy with no bones to pick, he often punctuates his conversations with, "life is good."

What is a class with Jorma like? There were 8 of us in a circle with all levels of experience. From "I don't really play that much I'm just here to hang out with you" guys...to confirmed guitar nuts (yours truly). We went around the circle and everyone played something (personal highlight: an abbreviated version of "Stories" followed by a chuckle from Mr. K.: "So what do you want me to teach you!?!"). After everyone played, Jorma laid out a game plan using a number of songs as launching pads for exploring various techniques. For the type of blues that Jorma plays, the chord progressions are admittedly simple ("this ain't rocket science!"). The beauty of these songs is in the little fills, patterns and licks that tie those simple chords together. For three days we mined "Death Don't Have No Mercy," "Hesitation Blues" and many other classics. All the while Jorma patiently making sure that everyone got what they want out of the class. Even now, 4 months later, I'm still toying with some of the techniques I learned during the weekend. One "E minor thing" he showed us has kept me noodling for hours.

The other teacher for the weekend was Roy Book Binder. I had read a couple of good reviews but hadn't heard anything and wasn't really familiar with his music. On Saturday night several of us went into Athens to hear Roy perform in cozy Mexican restaurant. He instantly transformed the place into what could have been a blues club in the '20s or a coffeehouse of the 70's. Now, I don't know if Book Binder is his real name, but when you hear him play, half the entertainment is listening to him tell stories of the road, of the blues and of his life while his fingers walk effortlessly over the fret board. The intricate guitar work is a tool that completely supports his story telling and singing. Roy Book Binder - the hat, the mustache, the twelve dollar and 50 cent, 1920's, Montgomery Ward guitar - don't miss an opportunity to see this man play!

Meanwhile back at the Ranch - After 3 days of being totally submerged in acoustic guitar music, the weekend concluded with a brief concert by all the instructors followed by a song from each student. Most songs were interspersed with jokes - (Note to the guys telling jokes: Don't quit your day jobs!!). All in all a great time.

I can't finish without a word regarding the food. Vanessa, Jorma's wife, manages to find the most amazing chefs you can imagine. Every meal was outstanding. Rather than going into exquisite detail and causing you to drool on your keyboard, let me sum up by quoting a T-shirt worn by one of the other students: "It's hard to play the blues when you're eating this good!"


Here are a couple of questions from people who have read my writeup of my first year at FPR.

What about female students? It doesn't take much hanging around the acoustic blues scene to see that it is predominately male territory (which is also true of much guitar music of any sort). However, camp director Ginger Campbell told me that there were several women who attended the first year and there was a record number of female students signed up for the '99 summer session, a trend she hopes to see continue.

Will everyone at the camp be better than me? I got this question from several people who found my web page and saw that I've recorded two CDs. Let me say that I am not the typical student. None of the other students I met mentioned any serious recording and few of them perform publicly. Most of the guys I've met at FPR simply love the guitar -- living room/porch players. Don't get me wrong, I have met a number of very good players, but that is not really what FPR is about. It's about the music -- playing and learning music. I haven't encountered any "fastest riff in the West" players, and Jorma, Ginger and Vanessa work very hard to make sure that everyone feels welcome and at home.

Why do you go to FPR? I love acoustic guitar music. I've learned a lot from the classes and a bunch from the other players. I enjoy the blues and believe that it is foundational to understanding pop, rock, jazz and folk music. Doctors have to know about the skeleton -- Musicians should know about the blues. Of course the fact that it's fun and easy to play is another big plus!

Why do you write about FPR? I like the music. I like southeast Ohio. I want FPR to be a success.

Closing remarks: Several of the guys who attended this session were also "repeat offenders." A bunch of them came back to FPR more than once the first year! If you enjoy guitar, if you enjoy acoustic blues, if you enjoy hanging out with guitarists, you'll enjoy FPR!

If you want to get in touch with the folks at Fur Peace Ranch you can reach them via email at info@furpeaceranch.com or call (740) 992-6228.

 
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