My Grandfather’s Fiddle

Tucked away in a closet for decades, wrapped up in old newspapers is a very special package. The fragile contents had seen many years of use but then eventually became a decorative item hanging on a wall for over three quarters of a century. This was my Grandfather’s...

My Grandmother’s Banjolin

For years, I remembered that my grandmother played banjo; my grandfather played fiddle. I was lucky to have been brought up in a musical family—large family gatherings were often accompanied by banjo, fiddle, harmonica, guitar, piano, accordion, jugs, and spoons. We...

My Hooked Story (from 2009)

I was about 8 years (1973) when I first heard this heartfelt music. I would go to my grandfather’s house on some Sunday mornings. He was a preacher and an exceptionally great man. He would play the old time bluegrass gospel on his turntable as I sat on his lap...

My Iphone

Some of us live our entire lives looking for that one elusive something that will finally make us whole. We spend our existence trudging up hill after lonely hill to see if the grass is greener on the other side. No matter what personal accomplishments, what...

My Jam is Growing Up!

In January of this year, I launched a monthly bluegrass jam, on the first Sunday of each month at Bonehead’s BBQ in Lafayette, CA. Contra Costa County had not had a regular bluegrass jam in a while, which stuck in my craw a little, being the Area VP for that region. I...

My last Grass Valley for years

Well, yesterday was the last day, folks. I took the last of my finals and now I am officially done with high school. It is peculiar to say, and I am still not completely sure I’m telling the truth, but I think so. This moment, of course, is both the most relieving and...