Noodling around

When you are learning to play a musical instrument it’s not uncommon to get burnout in your practice sessions. A friend who was learning to play banjo once said to me, “Every day I practice all the tunes I’ve learned and then I don’t know what...

Normal people

When Lloyd Butler died and left me his beautiful martin guitar, he also left me the case that came with it. On that case were a number of stickers and slogans mostly concerning his association with bluegrass music. There were bumper stickers for the California...

Norman

(For those of you expecting to read John Karsemeyer’s regular column today, have no fear. John and I have pulled the old “switcheroo” so that I can pay tribute to one of my heroes on the appropriate day. John’s column will run tomorrow).Let’s talk about Norman. What...

Not My Day

I woke to a lovely morning;Then my coffee overflowed. Cut the feathers from a Robin While the lawn was being mowed. Broke a tooth while I was brushing Knots from Lucy’s head; Twisted ankles; You call kankles… Fell on the cat and now she’s dead. Overflowed the toilet;...

Not of Sound Mind

One of the appeals of bluegrass, when I first got into it, was the organic nature of it. After years of playing electric music, it just seemed so pure to play music that only emanated from wires and wood. Not only that, the simplicity of it – no more hauling around...