Sweet Emma of San Diego

THE DAILY GRIST…“Sweet Emma, Sweet Emma, thanks for what you do; Sweet Emma we know your grass is blue.”- Mike & Yvonne TatarWhen Mike & I moved down to the San Diego area in 1996, we looked around for the bluegrass scene to connect with and found the San...

Sweet Ride

Changes happen. Part of life and all that. There are milestones kept close to the heart and fondly remembered for a lifetime like the first car, first instrument, first kiss, and first time through Blackberry Blossom. Other changes and milestones are not so fond and...

Sweet Ride

(Author’s note: It’s a testament to change that since I wrote this column in 2012, I’ve moved to a nurturing home, aced three years of college, and had the good fortune of consistent work. It’s hard to believe that I’ll be turning the big...

Sweet Senior James

There is an old cowboy, he’s grown kind of strange His guitar and banjo are his only companions He sleeps in the saddle and yawns in the canyons He’s grown plumper, but hopes for change And as the moon rises, he spits on his fire Thinking about old times,...

Swimming Trunks

I was thinking of that old song. I don’t know why, but I got to remembering….. You get a line and I’ll get a pole honey… It was summer in South Prairie Washington, and I was about ten years old. And My cousin Jerry and I had finished our chores on his daddy’s farm,...

Swing Your Partner!

I love square dancing. It’s the greatest, goofiest, most wholesome musical activity I’ve ever participated in. Just a few weeks ago Jeanie and I attended the San Francisco Bluegrass and Old-Time festival square dance at the Swedish American Hall in San Francisco. Two...