History major Wayne Erbsen has carved out a niche promoting vintage American music and folklore.
By Niki Denison
Every year in January, Wayne Erbsen MA'68 celebrates his birthday by inviting one hundred of his closest friends to his home in Asheville, North Carolina, for a potluck and jam session. At the height of this year's party, six different groups are playing old-time tunes, and a stream of people comes and goes all evening, despite frigid temperatures and a crippling snowstorm the day before. The living room, the bedrooms, the office, and the dining room are pulsating with the sounds of the fiddle, banjo, guitar, mandolin, and bass. Coats and instrument cases are piled high near the front door, on top of the washer and dryer, or anywhere that's convenient.
Women are clogging in the kitchen, young children are chasing each other around, and Erbsen's son and daughter have invited their high school and college friends, one of whom is expertly picking a guitar. Erbsen's group in the living room is playing "Bury Me Beneath the Willow" and "There's a Rabbit in the Log and I Ain't Got No Dog." Friends in the kitchen are playing "Richmond Blues," and from every room comes the driving sound of the banjo or the sprightly fiddles, which only become discordant when the group in the nearest vicinity stops and all the others become evident. The sprawling house, which is reminiscent of a log cabin with fireplaces, quilts, log beds, butter churns, and other Americana, is the perfect setting for the rustic sound.