Reflections on Labor Day

Monday was Labor Day and it got me thinking about how the labor movement affected my life. My father worked most of his life at the American Smelting & Refining Company (ASARCO) lead refinery in the tiny village of Selby, just west of Crockett, where I grew up....

Regina

Last fall, just about a year ago, I fired Regina from her Welcome columnist job. I had what I considered a good reason; she’d neglected to send me her essay for the month and she’d neglected to let me know it wouldn’t be sent. Now, the first offense isn’t really an...

Regionalism and Bluegrass

The other day, in response to a post examining issues of taste and breadth of vision in bluegrass I was accused of being a Yankee (guilty) and of bringing a Yankee sensibility to my analysis of what’s happening in bluegrass music (maybe not so guilty). The post,...

Regionalism and Bluegrass

The other day, in response to a post examining issues of taste and breadth of vision in bluegrass I was accused of being a Yankee (guilty) and of bringing a Yankee sensibility to my analysis of what’s happening in bluegrass music (maybe not so guilty). The post,...

Regrouping and Charging Ahead

I have to admit that these 200 word-columns for the new Breakdown format feel like trying to write a Haiku, which is more-or-less a 3 verse, 17 syllable poem about something to do with nature. Well Bluegrass music has its own structure built around (mostly) 3 cord...

Rehearsin’ and Woodsheddin’

Before I can launch into this week’s essay, I need to offer a sincere apology to all you readers and to the CBA’s amazing webmaster and Board Chairman emeritus, Rick Cornish. I missed last Wednesday’s deadline, and I didn’t realize it until the next day. Wednesday...