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H ILL IN I S UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN PRODUCTION NOTE University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library Large-scale Digitization Project, 2007. Number 22 ( i w November 21, 1,964 SEEGER-BOGGS CONCERT-LECTURE TO BE GIVEN DECEMBER 8 AND 9, 1964 Come all you good time people While I've got money to spend. Tomorrow might mean money And I neither have a dollar nor a friend. Dock Boggs is a man of sensitivity and honesty when it comes to music--he is a man with his own interesting style, known by most as "blues banjo." But no matter what you call it, it is unique and haunting in its esoteric way. For Dock, the songs that he sings are his life capsuled in music, and when he sings them, his body and face cry their meaning, Dock is sixty-six years old, but he is young in his mind and his playing, and his fingers are as spry as ever. His feeling for his music springs from the very hard life that he had led, as is indicated in the above stanza from one of his best known songs, "The Country Blues," which may be heard on the Smith Anthology of Folk Music. In the July, 196h issue of Sing Out magazine, Dock tells about some of his experiences in the coal mines. He describes the trouble that they had unionizing, and of the great number of accidents that occurred in the dangerous mines. In his own words Dock describes his feelings on the music that he sings: "...(it's) something I've been 50 or 53 years learning, and plenty of the younger generation wants to learn...I feel I am doing something worthwhile for my country; as long as the Lord gives me strength and health and people want to hear me and I can make a little money, I intend to give it to them." Dock will be accompanied by Mike Seeger of the New Lost City Ramblers. Mike plays guitar, banjo, fiddle, autoharp, mandolin and harmonica, though he probably won't play all of these on Wednesday night. On December 8th Mike will give a lecture in l1l Commerce Building, and the next night, the 9th, Dock and Mike will give a concert in the Illini Room. Both events will take place at 8:00 p.m. LIFE WITH CFC Twang'. (plunk) Twang'. (plunk plunk)...That's the sound of a guitar class in full swing. Every Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock I join fifteen or twenty other "advanced" guitar students at the Illini Union for my guitar lessons. The benefits of this adventure are certainly multifold: first, I am learning to play the chorus to "John Henry" with my shiny steel finger picks and little plastic thumb pick; second, while twang-plunking away I can gaze into the handsome eyes of our leader and instructor, Jont Allen; and third, I get all these benefits for the paltry sum of three dollars and fifty cents. Isn't that a bargain for anyone '. I could have taken banjo lessons, also, but they are held at 2 o'clock, too. Or maybe I should have joined the "beginners" at 1 o'clock. Frankly, I feel fine right where I am. Where's that? In the Campus Folksong Club, of course. How'd I get there? Well, thatts a long story. You see, I was a freshman like any other freshman--except for one fact. I attended Freshman Conference. Now this was not entirely my idea of a lovely way to spend the last few days before my banishment to the U of I campus (as my little freshie mind conjectured); but with my father's helping push, I arrived at the YMCA-YWCA Encampment. As I sat there one day, minding my own business and happily slugging homers and doubles for our baseball team, (the trip was highly educational), a big bear-like creature rode into view. Not exactly bear-like though; more the creature-from-outer-space type. It had a helmet on its head, a shaggy face (one of those funny beards, you know) and a huge, bulky covering over its upper half. After watching it gracefully dismount from its mobile vehicle (a Honda to us earthlings), I returned to my baseball game. That night at our cozy bonfire (we called it a bonfire out of politeness, as it was rather small), I learned that the creature had singled me out. I, too, have hair under my chin. It seems that he was the Leader of a non-profit organization entitled the Campus Folksong Club (I knew he was from outer space) and he was trying to attract people to the Club. Being a typical, trusting freshman, I was attracted. Introductions and discussions ensued. President Allen presented me with a two-foot- long list of committee chairmanships and calmly said, "Choose one." Stabbing with the fingernail of my right index finger (I honestly had fingernails before I took guitar lessons. Fingers, too.), I hit upon a job marked Folksing. "Oh, Folksing'." I exclaimed, "What's that?" "Oh, Folksing ." he exclaimed, "that's tough luck ." And soon I was attending meetings, talking to outside organizations, arranging Folksings, cornering folksingers and prying into their lives, and generally having a ball making a nuisance of myself. As I sit here drawing delicate, intricate, and artistic posters for our next Folksings, I look back on it all in nostalgia (ad "nauseum"?). My life has been radically changed since the Club took me in. My knowledge of bluegrass and other folk music had been rather superficial up till now. I didn't even know Doc Watson had a family'. Now, however, the Campus Folksong Club and its members consume half my time here at college. Between executive committee meetings, Folksings, and private meetings with the President, I am completely steeped in folk music. In fact, I'm even starting to look like a guitar. Meanwhile, my natural feminine shyness is hiding in a corner of myself: with my present duties, I can't afford to be bashful. I guess you might say that CFC is helping me develop into a well-rounded person. Pinning down those folksingers, recording names, places, and events, conducting a Folksing for all those shining faces out there--all these duties are turning me into a responsible and dependable person. Providing entertainment for a keen, alert audience is as thrilling to me as it is to them. And if I need help, I can always call on President Jont, VP John Munday, or our advisor, Archie Green. Between these duties, though, I keep up my twang-plunking in hopes that some day I too can play the chorus to "John Henry." Every Saturday I trudge up to 217 Illini Union (the ancient part) and go through that little green door. I pluck away at my A-string with my shiny steel finger picks and at my G-string with my little plastic thumb pick while gazing into the handsome eyes of our instructor and leader, Jont Allen--and all for the paltry sum of three dollars and fifty cents. Isn't that a bargain for anyone , -- Carol Palmer A GENERAL BUSINESS MEETING of THE CAMPUS FOLKSONG CLUB is called for WEDNESDAY -- DECEMBER 2, 1964 at 8:00 pm in ROOM 215 ILLINI UNION Members Please Note: Various constitutional amendments will be considered and voted on. See next page for proposed amendments. PROPOSED AMENDMENTS TO THE CONSTITUTION of the CAMPUS FOLKSONG CLUB December 2, 196h To Amend: Article II - Aim to read: The aim of the Campus Folksong Club is to facilitate the study, exchange, and enjoyment of traditional folk material. Article III, Sec. 1 add: Such members shall be designated regular members. Article V, Sec. 7 to read: ... by a simple plurality of regular members... Article VIII, Sec. 2 to read: ... by a 2/3 vote of regular m.mbrs... Article VI - Meetings to read: ...at least once a semester, during the first half of the semester. Article VII - Rules add: Sec. 2. No regular member shall be compensated financially, or in kind by the Club for functions on behalf of, or services to the Club. Article VIII - Adoption and Amendments add: Sec. 3. All members shall be notified in writing prior to business meetings of proposed constitutional amendments. To Add: Article X - By-Laws Section 1. The Campus Folksong Club shall have By-Laws. Section 2. The By-Laws shall be the working rules of the Club. Section 3. All By-Laws shall be passed by a majority of the members of the Executive Committee present at a meeting. 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They continued with such numbers as "The Knoxville Girl," "The Fox," "Kentucky," "Sunny Side of Life," "Little Bessie," "In the Hills of Roane County," and many many more.