Dedication To Craft

I am often impressed by the dedication to improvement I see in bluegrass musicians. A good friend of mine, who is already one of the best banjo pickers around, just spent a week in North Carolina attending a very exclusive (invitation only) master banjo class. His...

Deeply Fried and Tie-Dyed

Our story begins with a journey, rolling north from Grass Valley on Highway 5 in a possibly, ever so slightly, overloaded Ford F-350, towing a cargo trailer laden with deep-friers, freezers, coolers, a commercial-grade cotton candy machine, tarps, canopies, vast...

Deja Vu All Over Again

Readers: Instead of boring you with an ego driven column about the wild celebration the Fog Valley Drifters receivedat the spring campout (how gauche) since it was spring warming up to summer I would resurrect a column from many years ago that brings to mind the joys...

Delayed from Friday

It appears our fearless and industrious Chairman of the Board is still suffering from the effects of the voodoo doll I jokingly stuck a few well placed pins into. If it weren’t so painful for Rick, this litany of horrors would be laughable. I feel terrible about this....

Delta memories

We drove up to Isleton last Saturday to spend the afternoon at the Lighthouse Marina, which had invited bluegrass folk to a music-making campout. We didn’t plan to stay the night because I wanted Sunday to relax at home and get ready for a two-gig Monday with my band....

Demographics and Bluegrass Festivals

It seems to me, and this may be based on the kinds of events we choose to attend, that the audiences at many bluegrass festivals are growing older, much older, while the events fail to attract new younger, more affluent audiences, particularly those with children....