When Good Wood Goes Bad

One thing that all bluegrassers have in common is their love of fine, handcrafted, musical instruments. We love the sounds that emanate from the wood. The smooth, sensual contours of a guitar. The graceful curves of a mandolin. The delicacy of a fiddle and the strong...

When I’m 64

“Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?” I guess I’ll find out today. I’ll get back to you by dinnertime with the early results. Just so happens, not by full moons, or solstices, or dia de los muertos voodoo but rather by an infrequent confluence...

When in Jamland

I have been fortunate enough to travel a great deal and I still get to travel quite a bit; of course there is always music to play. If one desires to be respectful of the people and places they visit, they tend to learn a little bit about the language, cultural norms,...

When Music Means More

I play music for fun, and sometimes I play music for money, and most often, we’re talking about the same gig that accomplishes both. The goals aren’t that lofty – have some fun, make a little scratch, so I can buy some strings and go out to lunch during the...

When Originality Comes in Second

For years I’ve tried to make a point of doing a Welcome Message sometime over the Christmas holiday. In the last couple days I went so far as to write down some notes, and even got an introduction knocked out. Then, this morning on Christmas Eve day, I sat down...