Old Time Good, Shank Hall, Dom Flemons

A banjo slung over his shoulder, his right hand swung at the wrist allowing his fingers to effortlessly pick, strum and coax with other means, tinny notes found by the curious fingers of his other hand working the fret, wringing cords, knuckles contorting unnaturally, finger tips nailing the wiry strings. Don Flemons moonlit Shank Hall,Continue reading “Old Time Good, Shank Hall, Dom Flemons”