The Most Amazing Fiddle Camp Ever!(1/10/2019)
It was Saturday and it was pouring, they were setting up for the dance. From the time the dance started until the end of the evening at 11 I entered into an infusion of Joy.....To say I laughed and smiled is..!!!!! I smiled until my cheeks ached and I had to keep squeezing them down because I could not stop smiling…I laughed until I was bent over and held my sides to keep them from “splitting at the seams”…my stomach hurt, I couldn’t breathe I thought “Oh My God…I’m going to die laughing (not such a bad way to go)…It was as if a portal into the Hilarity dimension opened and myself and others entered into what can only be described as a realm of pure unadulterated mirth. For about four hours, this experience which I will take to my grave was so intense, and overwhelming that I emerged at the end of the evening, “born again”… baptized with laughter. My deepest gratitude for all of you, those who create, maintain, attend, participate in what was truly The Most Amazing Fiddle Camp Ever!
Maine Fiddle Camp Review. By Julie G(2/7/2018) May 2016
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Maine Fiddle Camp Review. By Julie G. (For more information on the camp see www.mainefiddlecamp.org)
Last year I applied for a grant to learn how to play Cape Breton piano. I found a camp that offered Cape Breton piano that was (slightly) closer than Cape Breton: Maine Fiddle Camp. With some skepticism, due to the lengthy drive through just about every trafficky large metropolitan area the East Coast has to offer, plus concerns about the vague information on how you get into the class you want, I packed my fiddle, accordion, and digital piano into the car and headed North. Two days later I was setting up my tent in a pine forest next to a lake in Maine. Other campers were nearby and cheerfully offered to help me, as if this was the most entertaining thing a person could possibly do. This is Maine Fiddle Camp in a nutshell: everyone is really happy all the time about everything.
A WORD FROM A MAINE FIDDLE CAMPER FROM SLOVAKIA(2/7/2018) (Some of you may remember Barbora from last year.. When I wrote the piece in the last newsletter about the "international aspect" of MFC, I asked Barbora to comment. This came to me late but it's a GREAT story!!!.... - bill )
I grew up under the mountains in Slovakia, a tiny country in Central Europe, where I attend our only liberal arts college – BISLA. Two years ago, I got the opportunity to study at Marlboro College, VT for one semester. I fell in love with that place immediately. I felt like people in New England knew how to enjoy every single moment in life and music was its proof. When I was back home, I knew that not coming back was not an option and so I found myself buying flight tickets to Boston half a year later. (more)