Folsom pickin’ blues

Sometimes writing a monthly welcome column is an absolute piece of cake. I flipthe page on my wall calendar for a new month and within a few hours a topiccomes to me, and I start thinking about it, working out the start and the middleand the end, and a few days before...

Folsom Prison Blues-Grass

As we approached the tall, grey stone walls I couldn’t tell how high they were. Fifteen feet? Twenty feet? Thirty feet? However tall, they were a pole vaulters dream. Especially from the inside.Getting out of the old, dirty, stinky prison bus, I stepped out with the...

Footloose? Fancy free? Me?

Reading Ted Lehman’s excellent column on the IBMA got me thinking. At first, I was thinking about the theme of his essay, about the benefits the IBMA has for promoters. Then, as so often happens, my mind started to wander, and I remembered the times I had been to the...

For the Birds ()

There’s a big old oak tree in my neighbor’s yard that I can see through my bathroom window, and there’s a song bird in the top of that tree that could swear has been on the same branch singing his little heart out for the last ten years. I know it couldn’t possibly be...

For the Love of Wind

It being the month of February, the month of love; I thought it might be fun to share one of my great loves:  WIND.I have a love affair with many things; moments; words in life; results of actions.  But one of my favorite love affairs is with wind.  To...