Confessions and Ramblings of a Reluctant Autoharp Teacher
This was a handout given to the 1999 Autoharp class at Augusta
Heritage Workshops in Elkins WV. It was published in October 2009 in Issue #9 of Lula
Harvey play autoharp. His 2 autoharp CD's are on iTunes and many other digital download services.
I suppose that after this many years I should make a public confession about
me and the autoharp. Yes, I know it should be called a capital A Autoharp®
with the symbol or be called a chorded zither, but mine is actually an Oscar
Schmidt, so it is an autoharp to me, and I hate typing the capital A. I am primarily
a guitar player, and I play 6 and 12-string and slide guitar, and some mandolin.
I used to play banjo and fiddle, too. The autoharp transports me more reliably
than anything else I play– to wherever it is that I willingly go when I am
lost in playing music. A tuned autoharp is like a big slice of pie and ice cream
that is set in front of you, or a sparkling pool of water to jump in on a muggy
day. Or a bush full of ripe raspberries. You don't read the manual, you don't
worry about how you look, you just indulge yourself. If instruments are food,
the autoharp is definitely a dessert.
The autoharp is a platypus duckbill of stringed instruments. There is no instrument
I know of that works the way it does. It makes no sense and it makes perfect
sense. It is thoroughly confusing to watch someone play one if you don't know
how it works. I tune it differently than anything else I have ever played, and
I hold it differently. I use different fingerpicks. It is quirky and lovely
and beautiful and personal and helpless and friendly all at once. Guitar players
and banjo players can be competitive and flashy and forget all about the real
purpose of music. Autoharp players are almost too nice. Give a young guy in
a music store a guitar and he'll play runs and licks and riffs or whatever.
Autoharp players usually seem to just play songs when you hand them an instrument.
I like it when people just play songs. Some musicians are always playing songs
they think people will like. Autoharp players usually just play songs they like.
For me the autoharp is a welcome refuge from playing guitar. I never fight
with my autoharp, though my other instruments have been known to frustrate me
a great deal. I borrowed an autoharp from my friend Rob for about 4 years, and
then traded a cheap guitar to Dave Sander for the one I have now, and I have
had it since January of 1975. I don't have more of them because this one always
takes me where I want to go. I carry around too many instruments as it is, and
I am afraid I might become dissatisfied if I have several. Like the man with
two clocks who is no longer sure what time it is. My autoharp has rescued me
countless times from a corner I paint myself into when I play guitar. It has
something to do with expectations. The autoharp gently reminds me why I play
music, and it speaks this truth more clearly and understandably than my other
instruments. I have played autoharp since I was 17, and I have played mine at
every one of my over 4000 performances, except a concert I did in Scotland on
vacation, and I missed it and promised myself I would not leave it home again.
The autoharp is not loud. It is not what I would call versatile. It is one of
the only instruments that has made the transition into the folk tradition in
recent times. It reminds me of the science experiments we did in school, or
the books from the 1940's of fun things for kids to do with scissors and glue
and clothespins, candles and coins. I can always fix my autoharp with super
glue and a Swiss Army knife and some things from the kitchen drawer. It's not
like a violin or a piano, where you have to be an expert to work on it.
When I am supposed to teach people how to play this instrument, I shrug my shoulders,
and I wince and I laugh. I honestly do not know how I learned to play it or
even how I play it. I worked very very hard to learn the other instruments,
and I have never worked at the autoharp. I have always just played it. It is
so easy to just push buttons and go. It's harder to stop sometimes than to go.
I strongly feel that folk music should be approached as a non-academic subject,
and autoharp is the best example of why. They say that folk music is when folks
play music, and I think the autoharp is the perfect instrument for folks. I
have a great friend who is a Ph.D. in music and a college professor, and he
tried to learn autoharp, and he knew every chord and every melody note and every
piece of data, and he tried to pick out songs that way. He could do it, but
not quite fast enough to keep up with the songs. I tried to get him to forget
all that and play instinctively. He eventually gave up his rational approach,
and was thrilled, because he was able to pick out melodies better by not using
his intellect than by using it.
I think folk music should be learned less like science, and more like cooking
or like kissing or gardening. The whole joy is teaching yourself and expressing
yourself, and not looking over your shoulder worrying about doing it right or
wrong. It's more like tribal drumming than it is like classroom learning. It
is a meditative activity more than an academic discipline, and perhaps the simplicity
of it and its small size make it easier to find the path out of yourself and
out of the worries and the self-conscious mind. The violin and the saxophone
are all about failure. You try to play them and it takes forever to get one
good note. Anybody can make a whole slew of good notes from an autoharp with
no skill or knowledge or practice. It's almost too easy, which no doubt is why
it does not get proper respect in some music circles. It's like a good magic
trick that is really easy to learn. It works the first time. It's like a boat
that's big enough for everybody or a picnic where there is enough watermelon
to go around. It's like paddling a canoe downstream or flying a kite when there's
a good wind. It's a wonderful little raft to float on, where ordinary people
can experience the joys of the music river without years of pain and failure.
Imagine what a fine world this would be if everyone played music. Imagine if
our world leaders played autoharps. Nobody ever tells you to turn down your
autoharp. It's always polite and predictable. It's not like a trumpet or a drum.
You can play at night and the neighbors never bang on the walls. You can play
in a car seat or a hammock, where guitars are too big and awkward. You can even
play it lying flat on your back when you are too tired to even sit up. But make
sure you stick the side of it against your head, since those vibrations are
the best part.
© Harvey Reid (August 1999 Elkins WV)
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