Audio and Video Recordings of Dwight Diller
Many of these are field recordings. Some of these tunes or the accompanying musicians are unidentified or uncertain. We appreciate suggestions and corrections. Comment, or Contact firstname.lastname@example.org
Dwight Diller’s YouTube Channel has numerous videos with his music.
We invite people who have field recordings of Dwight in his music or talks to submit to let us know if we could put them on this website.
Dwight plays fiddle on the tune, Yew Pine Mountains. Note that the high mountains in western Pocahontas County were called by the Hammons, the Yew Pine Mountains, for the Red Spruce that grew on higher elevations.
Dwight plays Calloway on banjo on this song that has its origin in Kentucky lore. Daniel Boone’s daughter, Jemima, and two daughters of Richard Calloway were captured by Cherokee and Shawnee. Boone and a party rescued the girls. This Calloway is the Lee Hammons version.
Angeline the Baker, with Darin Gentry on fiddle and Dwight Diller on banjo.
The Yellow Rose of Texas, with Darin Gentry on fiddle and Dwight Diller on Banjo. Gail Hatton is in the background.
Greasy String, the Lee Hammons version, with Dwight Diller on banjo and Darin Gentry on fiddle.
Cranberry Rock, with Dwight Diller on banjo and Darin Gentry on fiddle.
Shakin’ Down The Acorns. Dwight Diller on fiddle with the Yew Pine Mountains in the background.
Dwight is at the gravesite of his friend, Jesse James Hammons, who died in 1976. Dwight is playing fiddle. The tune is unidentified, so please comment if you know it.
The setting is a watershed divide on the edge of the Monongahela National Forest near Frost, West Virginia. On one side is the placid Sitlington Creek watershed. On the other side is the twisty, rapidly running, wild Knapps Creek. Dwight uses this as a powerful metaphor to distinguish between melody and “pulse.” Pulse involves rhythm but even more so, what other genres call “soul.” In a sense, the music takes over, and it is the musician’s heart and soul that is playing. The music can be like a twisting stream running wildly over rocks, kicking out against tree roots, and crashing downhill. Dangerous, but good.