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I've known Clarence Greene as long as I can remember. I grew up in the
Sugar Loaf section of Alexander County, just outside of Taylorsville,
North Carolina. As a kid, my dad would take me with him when he went to
Clarence's house to pick. Clarence lived in the neighboring county of
Caldwell, in the little town of Hudson, North Carolina. Together, these
were master musicians who could play bluegrass as well as it could be
played. However, when they got together they would invariably focus on
a different sort of material, songs not filled with hot licks and wailing
vocals, but quiet intensity and overwhelming mournfulness. Songs that
would give me chills. Two of these songs have found their way into this
collection, Snow Covered Mound and Last Old Shovel.
In the early nineties Clarence Greene got a call from Sandy Austin, who
lived in the little town of Bethlehem in Alexander County. She was looking
for someone to give fiddle lessons to her 9 year old grandson, Nate Leath.
Clarence, being an accomplished instrumentalist who could play anything
with strings, took the young boy on as a student. He quickly found he
had a prodigy on his hands. As Clarence says, "I taught him everything
I knew, and then I knew it was time for him to move on." And move
on he did. To countless fiddle championships around the country and eventually
the Berklee College of Music. Now Nate's genius can be heard with the
band Old School Freight Train, as well as in his own recordings and performances.
Today Nate says, "I learned everything I know about bluegrass soul
from Clarence." When you listen to Nate's playing on this recording,
you will realize what a statement that is. It wasn't until I started school
that I realized everybody didn't listen to the Stanley Brothers, or the
Louvin Brothers, or Flatt and Scruggs. In my father's house these sounds
were omnipresent, and I just assumed they were in everyone else's house
as well. My summers were spent in a rusty old van going to and from bluegrass
festivals with my dad, and falling asleep on the ground to the sound of
his dobro. I'm supposed to tell you now how great my dad is, how many
awards he's won and how many important people he's played with. But just
listen to the record -- his dobro playing speaks for itself. Instead I
will use this space to thank my dad, Donald Scott, for exposing me to
this music since before I can remember. It has been my good fortune to
know and play with these gentlemen. My dad gave me my first mandolin and
with it the opportunity to participate in the music I had been hearing
since I was a kid. Every opportunity I have had to play with any of these
men has been a learning experience, and I'm grateful for their company
and their tutelage. It is my honor to be included with the Carolina Native
Sons.
The Carolina Native Sons would like to thank Mark Delaney (banjo) and
Neil Knicely (bass) for their stellar contributions to this recording.
Both are outstanding musicians and good friends, and are hereby honorary
Carolinians. Joseph Scott
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