Learning the Bluegrass Way

I had become adept at winning radio call-in contests. “The sixth caller to answer …” I knew exactly how long it took to dial any number, the length of the rings, and the time in between each ring. I was continually enjoying live shows in the Bay Area courtesy of the...

Learning the Bluegrass Way

I had become adept at winning radio call-in contests. “The sixth caller to answer …” I knew exactly how long it took to dial any number, the length of the rings, and the time in between each ring. I was continually enjoying live shows in the Bay Area courtesy of the...

Learning the Bluegrass Way

I had become adept at winning radio call-in contests. “The sixth caller to answer …” I knew exactly how long it took to dial any number, the length of the rings, and the time in between each ring. I was continually enjoying live shows in the Bay Area courtesy of the...

Learning to build guitars

I’m traveling at the moment, and what with being jet-lagged, forgetful and exhausted this column is going to be very short today. But at least it’s happening. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the time difference nothing would be here from me, but as I...

Leaving a mark

I saw the notice of John Rapp’s death in my inbox today. John Hettinger had shared the sad news that he’d seen in the Placerville paper. I didn’t know John Rapp well, but he had left his mark. I remember him slipping swing chords into the bluegrass and playing songs...