A couple of months ago, I had my first experience playing banjo music for cloggers, and it was an ear-opening revelation. So, I don’t hold anything against the writer of the following song, which I found on a tape by Tunesmith, which features Harry Bolick and friends.
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How sleazy was Captain White’s? I remember being mooned by the bartender once. Actually, the intended target was across the room; I just got caught in the crossfire. You’d think the bartender would have been fired, but no…her father owned the joint. Sometimes, you couldn’t use the bathrooms at all because certain of the bar patrons and/or the staff were using them for illegal purposes.
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I wish we had a word for those people who observed us from the fringes of our Thursday night activities. Some of them liked us, some of them hated us, others were just indifferent.
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It was another smoky night of clogging at the World Famous Captain White’s Oyster Bar and Clog Palace. Someone was playing live old-time music for free-style clogging; I can’t remember who it was that night. I sat at a table near the dance floor in case I felt that old-time religion stir my feet.
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About a year after I started clogging, the Tap Room closed down, and I felt like an addict cut off from her connection. I was going to the square contra dances at Glen Echo as well, but that kind of dancing didn’t lift my mood up the way clogging did. It took a while, maybe months, but a venue for old-time music and clogging cropped up at a Greek restaurant in Rockville called Rena’s Place, due to the persistence and vision of Dorothy Schultz, another fanatic.
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