The Fifty Eight Hour Jam

The Fifty Eight Hour Jam

Who is that lonely guy in the photo playing guitar in an empty railroad passenger car? He looks a little bit like Doc Watson. Doc is ten years past and gone now of course but all the good times are possibly not yet past and gone. Don’t you want to just join that guy...
What Are We All Talking About

What Are We All Talking About

My wonderful wife is an educator by trade, and when she gets together socially with other educators, what do you think they talk about? Yep – education.  It can get downright excruciating for those of us who aren’t educators, but you know what?  I’m always glad...
The Jam Not Missed

The Jam Not Missed

A few years ago, I took a trip to North Carolina.  It was really for a family reunion, with a side trip to visit an old friend – in other words, NOT a bluegrass pilgrimage.  Nonetheless, I brought my guitar, hoping I could squeeze in a jam or open mic somewhere...
Hopping on the Carousel

Hopping on the Carousel

I have a romantic notion that when I was a kid, merry-go-rounds (carousels) didn’t stop.  My memory is they just went round and round, and we jumped on and found a horse to sit on. In retrospect, that seems impossible, but that’s how I remember it.  I KNOW that when I...
Apologia

Apologia

The Daily Grist: Apologia (noun) a formal written defense of something you believe in strongly. Dear Readers, I believe strongly in the CBA welcome column but, rather than compose an apologia defending the column, allow me to simply apologize for my silence of the...
The Lifespan of a Bluegrass Jam

The Lifespan of a Bluegrass Jam

I know I’ve written in the past about the highly visible lifespan of a spontaneous jam at a bluegrass festival. Stage 1, a few pickers begin playing and singing together. Then, like a planet forming from the accretion of orbiting particles, wandering musicians like...