Bluegrass Therapy

Here’s a paper I found while rifling through my therapist’s desk while she was out of the room. Therapeutic approaches to the treatment of bluegrass addiction Bluegrass treatment programs are in their infancy and as yet poorly understood. As a small contribution to...

Bluegrass to the Rescue!

I’m sure many of you know by now of the fire that devastated the home of three San Francisco musicians. The two-unit building in the Lower Haight neighborhood was the home of Pam Brandon, Tom Drohan, and Gayle Schmitt. Pam Brandon aka Belle Monroe is a longtime CBA...

Bluegrass Women and Their Surprises

It’s 9:30 A.M., and my windows are still open with a gentle breeze lightly lifting the sheers. This is a welcome relief to the Valley heat that has left the mind feverish and the body languid. I didn’t think it would ever cool down at all (a mere 96 degrees today) and...

Bluegrass, An Admiring Mantis, and Lots of Dough

The last time I attended Strawberry Music Festival, the only things I recall are running around the meadow naked, and being covered in face paint. Now, admittedly those of you who know me might wonder if this was a recent event, but no, I was a little dude at the...

Bluegrass, Banjos and Barbecue

We’ve had a few posts lately about Rosine, KY. It brought back memories of a visit my wife Barbara and I made there shortly after Bill Monroe’s death. I poked around in the archives and found this story I had written for the August, 1998, Breakdown. The headline was:...

Bluegrass, Lasers, and Flashing Shoelaces

One thing you can count on with bluegrass musicians is they have a guaranteed and bonafide calico quilt of a musical pedigree. It seems like the more talented the player, the more diverse their roots. At any given bluegrass festival, usually if you stay up late...