Folsom Prison Blues-Grass

As we approached the tall, grey stone walls I couldn’t tell how high they were. Fifteen feet? Twenty feet? Thirty feet? However tall, they were a pole vaulters dream. Especially from the inside.Getting out of the old, dirty, stinky prison bus, I stepped out with the...

Footloose? Fancy free? Me?

Reading Ted Lehman’s excellent column on the IBMA got me thinking. At first, I was thinking about the theme of his essay, about the benefits the IBMA has for promoters. Then, as so often happens, my mind started to wander, and I remembered the times I had been to the...

For the Birds ()

There’s a big old oak tree in my neighbor’s yard that I can see through my bathroom window, and there’s a song bird in the top of that tree that could swear has been on the same branch singing his little heart out for the last ten years. I know it couldn’t possibly be...

For the Love of Wind

It being the month of February, the month of love; I thought it might be fun to share one of my great loves:  WIND.I have a love affair with many things; moments; words in life; results of actions.  But one of my favorite love affairs is with wind.  To...

For the Love of Wind

I chose to repeat this specific column, because elements, frankly are my joy spot.  Lightening; Wind; Rain; Snow; Storms on the high seas with tornadoes soaring, in some crazy, excite me on a multitude of levels.  They stir my soul and I can simply apply...

For Whom the Bell Tolls

“Never send to know for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee.” (John Donne) A few years ago I wrote a column here called the Eight Year Rule. The premise revolved around an observation that I had made as a kid from listening to my friends play music....