The night I met Ramblin Jack Elliott

I keep this little spiral-bound notebook in a cubbyhole on my desk and in it are miscellaneous old tidbits of information. Stuff like e-mail addresses, contact information for grass Valley festivals gone by, CBA directors phone numbers, cell phone numbers, etc.. As...

The Ocean

Prior to moving back to the Sacramento area in the early 90’s. I lived in North San Diego County for 20 years. In-between plumbing jobs and band gigs 5 to 7 nights a week I managed to get in a lot of time at and in the ocean. Old friends were very good surfers. I was...

The Old Geezer Speaks His Mind

This would be the first full day that I am 67 years old; yesterday was my birthday. Yesterday was Thomas Edison’s birthday, too. I used to wonder if Thomas and I had some astrological link, but then somebody else invented the mp3 player and the compact fluorescent...

The Old Home Place

At a recent barbecue/bluegrass jam, I was visiting with Marcos Alvira. We were discussing the joys of being a homeowner. I was telling him about all the work we need to do on our house; replace windows, remodel kitchen, refinish wood floors…and the list went on and...

The Old Man & the Guitar

It’s a warm winter’s night in the Ozarks. It should be cold. But it isn’t. It’s right now, or in the future, or in your imagination. A relatively obscure bluegrass festival is happening. It doesn’t even have a name, really, except for one. “THE Bluegrass Festival.”...