Culling the Herd

It took over 18 months but I finally figured out that now that I am retired, I need to self fund my bass and music endeavors as opposed to just paying. You know that whole fixed income thing. Used to be, I’d be at a festival or a jam and see some cool piece of gear...

Culture Clash

Last year I crossed over and here I am a year later to tell you what it is like after you do. You might think that I am going to tell tales of glory and wonder but actually it is not all that different than before I crossed. Sure there are a few more perks on this...

Cuppa Joe’s

I want to tell you about my son, Phil.  The story starts on a warm July evening in 1997.  I’ve driven to the BART station in Fremont to pick up my oldest son, Phillip, who’s traveled down from school in Berkeley so he and I can attend a little bluegrass...

Customer Service – A Lost Art?

Most old guys like me view the past through a gauzy rose-colored lens. Food was better, the sky was bluer, nobody ever really got hurt, politicians were honest, nobody ever locked their doors, and so on and so forth. I also think of customer service in this way. Part...

Cutting a demo

Like many bluegrass pickers in the CBA I belong to a band. That’s just how bluegrass people are. The bands usually don’t get rich or famous but it’s fun to play gigs at coffee houses and small festivals. For one thing it really helps your playing to...