At Coronation yesterday, I learned that my friend Richard of Huntington passed away last month. He was a great character, he had great character, and he was always full of life. Annie said he had been able to “read” my post about him and that he always remembered when I would stop by and sing. I’m sure he’s in a better place, I just hope they have good kim chi there for him.
Annie’s comment, and the new king of Trimaris’ comment last night, and some other recent events led me to thinking on the long ride home. I consider my wandering around from camp to camp at events, flipping the scroll out and singing songs, to be integral to my persona as an SCA minstrel. As I’ve said on the “Why Not a Bard?” page, I set out from the beginning to do things in this way, partly to be different and partly from my research & cogitations, because it seemed the right way to do it. I’ve been doing it now for almost 26 years so I kind of have it down. Though it is a bit of work, I usually don’t see what I do as more than a pleasant pastime and a little egobo.
But to others it may be a lot more.
Last night when I passed the scroll to the king for him to select a song, he remarked that he hadn’t seen me around much recently. But he said he remembered when I stopped by his camp at Panhandle Skirmishes 12 years ago. On my recent trip to Artemesia, several people there remembered me (some remembered me so well they could request songs without having to look at the list) but I kind of expected that because, even though I’ve been gone for over 15 years, I got my start in the SCA there and played there for many years. However, as I’m wandering the tables at the feast, a gentleman who didn’t live in Artemisia when I was there says he remembered me from Pennsic when I stopped by his camp. I am certain it’s me he remembered too because beside the fact that I don’t know of very many others who do the camp to camp wandering, he described the song I sang. And it’s a song I wrote. The last Pennsic I attended was number 22, over 16 years ago. I also have on numerous occasions had other people tell me they remembered me from Pennsic or Fool’s War or from events in An Tir a dozen or more years earlier. I just remembered I also have a box stuffed with trinkets that people have gifted me with over the years. In fact, a lovely lady gave me a handmade piece with an elk medallion on it last night at the feast.
The fact that people remember me from what was probably a single meeting, two or three songs sung for them many years earlier, is very gratifying. But when you get right down to it, it’s also very frightening to me. You’d never know it from my seeing me in the SCA but I’m actually a huge introvert. I can only do the minstrel shtick because I studied theater (have my BA in it in fact) and I can hide behind the Ciann persona to get the job done. To be honest, one of the other reasons I do things “minstrel-style” is it’s easy to just wander away if I get uncomfortable, take a few deep breaths and go on. It’s also why I tend to wander around more after dark. Last night at Coronation a lady tried to get me to come to the bardic circle but I politely declined because after all I’m “Not a Bard” but also because I’m less comfortable sitting there in a well-lighted area with everyone looking at me. Oddly enough, I’m uncomfortable “being noticed.”
The moral of the story is if you see me at an event and tell me how much you enjoyed my singing (especially if it was from 10 or more years ago) please don’t be surprised if I am tongue-tied or abrupt. Please don’t be offended if I stammer and seem to run away. I am pleased and gratified that you remember me. It is a huge boost to my self-esteem and my ego. But on the other hand, “You’re scarin’ me, man”
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