Today’s post was written by Chatter.

the pressley girls playing music in a field

At this year’s Dance Musicians’ Week at John C. Campbell Folk School Chitter and I learned the French Canadian Fiddle Tune “Saut De Lapin.” It was a group tune, which means everyone in the class learned it as the same time.

The tune is peppy and hoppy, in fact Saut De Lapin means Hop of the Rabbit.

We’ve continued to to do the tune as The Pressley Girls. If you’ve seen us do it, you know we refer to it as Fry the Rabbit. Chitter came up with that because she’s usually hungry when we play it 🙂 You’ve probably also got a kick out of hearing us try to pronounce the French name with our Appalachian accents.

I’ve been blessed to have the musical opportunities I’ve had.

Music itself allows me to travel without ever leaving my chair. I can play a tune from Sweden or France or wherever. I can even travel through time by playing old time Appalachian tunes. I love being able to travel through the origins of the tunes we play.

I hope you enjoyed the video!

Chatter

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7 Comments

  1. Chatter that was a good post and a good music piece by you and Chitter!! And I got a chuckle after reading Ken’s comment about his brother’s response after he passed the hat.

  2. Good job! I can picture the rabbit hopping along. I’ve been reading Blind Pig for a long time and it’s been a pleasure seeing yall grow up!!

  3. Tipper,
    Chatter, you write a lot like your Mama. I know what you mean by going back in time, cause me and Harold use to sing at Churches when we were little. We’d go everywhere that Daddy and Mama would take us, and one time at Red Marble, France Postell called on us to sing at a Revival. Well, the house was packed and Harold wouldn’t sing with me. He was a bit bashful, I recon, so I sung by myself. After I finished, France gave me his Hat to go back thru the audience and get the money folks were holding. I got $31.00 and some change and afterwards halfed it with Harold. He never refused to sing with me again. …Ken

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