You Are Old, Father William

Yes, I have to accept it, my hair has become very white, and I shall soon be clocking up my three-quarter century. I have not paid too much attention to this, but I have noticed over the last few years that my attitude to many aspects of life, including music, has...

You Are The Instrument

In bluegrass, there’s an ongoing subplot of the Quest for the Best Sounding Instrument. Guitar players will wax poetic and actually swoon as they describe the perfect tones of a vintage pre-war Martin HD28, or a similarly ancient D18. It’s not just Martin – Gibsons of...

You Be The Judge

It’s a beautiful day in the middle of June. You’re sitting in your lawn chair on the large grassy area, surrounded by towering pine trees, in front of the vacant main stage at the Fathers Day Festival (bluegrass) in Grass Valley, California. Your eyes...

You Better Shop Around

I’ve spent a fair amount of time in music stores since I started playing guitar 40 years ago. As a starry-eyed teen with dreams of musical fame and fortune, I’d ogle the Martins, Gibsons, and Fenders and fantasize about whipping out a huge bankroll and taking home two...

You can study the glass, but why?

Cold here at Whiskey Creek. I know, I know, the mid-fifties don’t qualify as cold for a lot of you, but this boy…er…old man…was born and bred in the Bay Area where winters, and summers for that matter, are mild. So were bundled up inside just waiting out the chill...