Playing at the Holiday Inn was no holiday

Daily grist;   in my almost 80 years of living, most of it outdoors working, hunting and fishing, a life well lived. I have had the company of several fine hunting dogs, my father’s and uncles, as well as my own, mostly black labs a most noble breed of...

Playing for free

Looking back over a long, undistinguished show business “career” I ponder, what makes any particular gig enjoyable?Scrolling back through my mind, it seems my most memorable shows were ones where we got  paid well — but also had an engaged audience. ...

Playing for Strangers Syndrome

If you join a band, and you practice enough and get some gigs, your friends and family will be excited for you. If you have a big family, and are gregarious, the sum total of your relatives and acquaintances can provide a ready-to-go audience to nearly every local gig...

Playing Music vs. Doing Almost Anything Else

A dear friend of mine, an accomplished musician, recently told me they didn’t seem to enjoy playing music anymore. This gave me considerable pause for thought. I don’t think this feeling had to do with any specific physical ailment. I have known quite a few musicians...

Playing the banjo

I have a confession to make. My head is bowed low. My reputation will suffer. Chef Mike will turn away in disgust, and refuse to give me coffee in the morning at festivals…. It’s true. At times late at night, I’ve been playing the banjo. Not at gunpoint. Not as...

Playing the chorus…its against the rules

What’s up in jams when some “hot shot” (or not so hot) picker decides to play the chorus when his break comes around? I’m not talking about being cued by the song leader but rather just deciding they wanted to play something different. I don’t know about you but in a...