Camp chairs

Fixing to write a column that will be posted smack dab in the middle of bluegrassin’ in the foothills. A column that will mostly go unread because people got better things to do with their Fridays than to read a column when there’s a hot pickin’ festival going on....

Campaign Songs

The gloomy night before us flies, The reign of terror now is o’erNo gags, inquisitors and spies, the hordes of harpies are no moreRejoice, Columbia’s sons rejoice! To tyrants never bend the kneeJoin with heart and soul and voice. For Jefferson and LibertyNow there’s a...

Camping in Canaan

Yes sir. I can feel it. Getting close. It’s about that time. I was driving down the delta today. Hitting that delta loop. Past the B & W resort. Past the Willow Berm marina. Smelling that fresh air. Looking at that lazy water. Pulled into the lighthouse marina....

Can Gigs Help You Live Longer

(Today I’m posting a reprint as I’m traveling back to my family home. My number one reader and fan, my 92 year old Mother passed this week and I’m headed to her funeral. She told me she liked this column but of course she said that every month.) Last week on Thursday...

Can the Band be Right and Audience be Wrong?

Sometimes, playing a band, you have a gig where everything seems to be going right with the band. All the stuff you worked on is going just as planned, the vocals are crisp and the solos are sparkling. It feels great – but then you look at the audience, and they...