
Tracy Schwarz

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Obituary
Daniel Tracy Schwarz passed away March 29, 2025 in Elkins, West Virginia. He was 86 years old.
He is survived by his wife of 31 years, Virginia “Ginny” Hawker of Elkins, WV and previously of Gilmer County, WV, sister Natalie Lowell of West Barnstable, MA, son Robert Schwarz of Guimares, Philippines, daughter Sallyann Schwarz Koontz of Charleston, SC, and son Peter Schwarz of Austin, TX, as well as three grandchildren Cora Davis, Kyle Davis and Olivia Schwarz. He is predeceased by parents Hamilton D. Schwarz and Constance H. Schwarz, a sister Sister Ann Schwarz and brother Philip J. Schwarz.
Born in New York City, “Tracy” as he was known, is a graduate of the Portsmouth Abbey School in Rhode Island, attended Georgetown University, and earned an education degree from Millersville University in Pennsylvania. He enlisted in the US Army from 1960-1962 and was stationed in Germany as a radio teletype operator.
Tracy is regarded as one of the greatest musicians of traditional American roots music. His recorded work includes three Grammy Award nominations. A multi-instrumentalist (fiddle, guitar, banjo, accordion, and more), he was most notably a member of the New Lost City Ramblers (starting in 1962) and the Strange Creek Singers (which included West Virginia native Hazel Dickens). He has recorded and performed with countless traditional musicians, and more recently with his wife and singing partner Ginny Hawker, winner of the 2024 Vandalia Award in recognition of her contributions to West Virginia traditions. His songwriting work includes “The Poor Old Dirt Farmer” which was recorded by Levon Helm and nominated for Song of the Year by the Americana Music Association in 2008. Throughout his career, he worked tirelessly as a scholar and teacher of traditional music styles, first with the Smithsonian Folkways solo release, “Learn To Fiddle Country Style” (1965), several instructional records in the 1970s with Cajun fiddler Dewey Balfa, and countless intensive music instruction programs, the most beloved of which was the Augusta Heritage Workshops in Elkins. He fervently believed that anyone who was interested in learning how to play an instrument or sing, could, and his infectious enthusiasm and innovative methods helped generations of students around the world to develop their skills and appreciation of these intricate regional artforms.
Despite the ravages of dementia, Schwarz has been dazzling porch jams in Elkins for years now, and was recently leading a festival jam in Morgantown, determined to share his deep love and passion for Appalachian music for as long as he could. Tracy’s wit and his kind, gentle and humble demeanor will be profoundly missed by his loving wife, his family and the global music community.
In lieu of flowers, please consider donations in Tracy’s name to the Augusta Arts and Culture Scholarship Fund, 21 3rd St. Elkins WV 26241.
Link: https://augustaartsandculture.org/augusta-scholarship-fund
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Playlist of some of Tracy’s recordings and vast musical collaborations: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1J52sLJKWjGy2Vk3KsY85g?si=viuNHM8aQuWDaGPJbEMOcA&pi=EMMR7OVKRUuIm
Great article: www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1989-02-17-ca-3113-story.html
New York Times Obituary: www.nytimes.com/2025/04/09/arts/music/tracy-schwarz-dead.html
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Sending love to his family during this time!
Fast forward a few years, and I had the honor of staying in the guest house on Ginny & Tracy's lovely property and participating in one of their "homeshops." We went and visited Lester McCumbers, which was a treat, but it was those hours spent knee to knee with Ginny and Tracy learning their lonesome sound that turned me into a lifelong seeker of songs. I'll never forget the part Tracy taught me to "Don't Forget This Song," and I will likewise never forget his wit, wisdom, and love for the music and the people who made it.
Rest sweetly, dear Tracy! I can hear the wood smoke in your voice as it sings in my head some words that George Jones made famous:
"Don't be mad at me mister, I know that it's wrong
But I want you to hear the words of that song
So don't stop the music, don't make me go home
I know she's not there and I cry all night long..."
We went to a small local music cafe in town, and who shows up? The entire family of Tracy Schwatz -
who were traveling in Canada, and dropped by at this cafe to say hello, have some hot drinks, and play a little music.
I was feeling quite a bit of awe in the presence of such Folk "royalty",
but they were completely down to earth and friendly, and invited me to join their circle and play along with them.
I don't recall too many of the details, except that it was a very enjoyable evening,
drinking hot cider and singing and playing with the Schwartz family!
Rest in peace Tracy Schwartz.
Tracy was an extraordinary musician, a marvelous fiddler, a dedicated Cajun accordionist, a scholar who communicated in a manner that breathed life into what, in other hands, would have been dry and pedantic. And, my God, what a singer! His rendition of GB Grayson's "I've Always Been a Rambler" is the defining version of the song. And I hope one day to write a song as good as "Poor Old Dirt Farmer." Brilliant.
His duets with Ginny were frequently transcendent and they made music together that truly moved me every time I was lucky enough to hear them. I imagine Dewey is having the time of his afterlife right now.
I treasure the many years we got to share this tired old world together. We are all richer for having him among us and are poorer for his absence.
Vaya con Dios, hermano!
Below is an interesting picture of Cajun music past and present, from the 1991 Blue Bayou Music Festival in Upper Marlboro, Maryland. Left to right: Peter Schwarz, Dewey Balfa, Steve Riley, Charlie Terr, and Tracy.


I have had the delight over the years to spend time in Ginny and Tracy's home. It was there I saw the love they shared. Tracy would go about his day with intention and there even was a cadence to it. It was the simple everyday things that were important to him. Taking care of the land, planting and harvesting his garden, making gumbo, talking to and taking care of the neighbors along their country road in Tanner, WV. I love watching him go about his day. I especially enjoyed watching him make a sandwich. Not rushing the process, intentionally spreading and layering contents...cutting it perfectly....putting away all ingredients and wiping the counter before sitting down to eat.
Tracy loved to hear other people's stories. Listening was important to him. If you were in conversation with him you never feared being cut off. He would listen and when you were done he would often pause a bit before he commented or asked a question. You felt important to him.
He worried and took care of things he loved.... history, music, songs, his instruments, his children, his friends, his cat and Ginny. It will take some time for those who knew him to get used to not being on this earthly plane.
Janis McCallen & Tom Warney
(University) Folk Festival in 1966. NLCR were playing there along with Ship James, Glenn Orhlin and several locals of which I was one. I was always surprised at his consideration and kindness to a newbie. However my favorite memory is from John McLaughlin's camp (the forerunner of Ashokan). We were jamming one night and one tune turned into the next and the next and the next... There was so much joy, no one wanted to stop. Such an open heart!! That band in the Sky just got a whole lot more interesting, darn it.
I got to sit next to him while he played Cajun according. It was moving and memorable.
Thank you Tracy for all that is you.
This was in the late 1980s and early 90s, at Root Camp. I remember Dewey, Peter and Tracy always playing the first set of the farewell dance, because they had to pack up and drive for hours to the Rhythm and Roots festival in Escoheag, RI. They were sent on their way with cheers and a standing ovation.
One year I played guitar with Nelda Balfa and Suzy Schlanger on fiddles. We played the Balfa Waltz in the end of camp concert, the Root Review. Afterwards, Tracy came up to us and poured bouquets of praise on us, raving about how well we had played; he mentioned my guitar playing in such glowing terms that the memory of those words warms my soul even today, as I grieve both his death and the end of an era.
Such sad news. I had the privilege to take a fiddle lesson once from him at Goose Acres. He was a wonderful musician who brought so much joy. My prayers for him and his family for peace.

