The Death of Poetry?

The Death of Poetry?

The Daily grist: “if you have to keep declaring, over and over, that poetry is dead, it can’t actually be dead.” (from a college literary magazine) I read a disturbing article a couple of months ago from Washington Post columnist Christopher Ingraham. The...
Noodling

Noodling

In choosing a cover photo for today’s column I came across this amusing video of a sport called noodling which I was unfamiliar with: https://youtu.be/f_OfdMVTsAI. Apparently noodling for many people means fishing for catfish with your bare hands! Thus the unusual...
Song Ratio

Song Ratio

I have a rather large collection of bluegrass CDs that I’ve accumulated over the years. Many of them are pretty old now. Periodically, I dig out a new old favorite to carry along in my car so I can get reacquainted with it. It’s even easier to scroll...
Band Scramble

Band Scramble

The band scramble is a long time tradition of bluegrass festivals and get-togethers. Some people like them and some don’t so thankfully participation is always optional. The format of a bluegrass band scramble is pretty standard. Participants are invited to put their...
Teardrops

Teardrops

THE DAILY GRIST…”There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” (Washington Irving)...
Now is the Time When We Dance

Now is the Time When We Dance

One of the peculiar benefits of being a performing musician is I get to see a lot of people dance. There’s just no action of self-expression as pure and universal as dance.  I see little kids who can barely walk dance impulsively to live music. I have seen elderly...