Teach Your Children

I come from large family – six kids in all –and we all were into music. Neither of my parents had any musical training or had ever played an instrument, but they both loved music and encouraged their brood to play what they wanted.And play we did. From the first...

Teach Your Children

I come from large family – six kids in all –and we all were into music. Neither of my parents had any musical training or had ever played an instrument, but they both loved music and encouraged their brood to play what they wanted. And play we did. From the first...

Teachers Who Made a Difference

Mr. Thornton, my social studies and home room teacher at Hayward High was a beacon of fairness and a fountain of knowledge. He was tall, wore his red hair in a crew cut was a true liberal and I loved him. His wardrobe consisted of two suits, a greenish-brown suit and...

Teaching for Food

These days I’m playing for food. Or rather, teaching for food. My mom wants a continuing education on the fiddle. I used to teach fiddle and beginning violin to kidlets, and occasionally the adult or two. It seemed like the perfect partnership. In order for us to both...

Tear Jerkers

There’s a certain type of song that you hear in Bluegrass music more than in any other type of music, I think. Sad songs are common to many musical genres, but Bluegrass features a specific type of sad song that is distinctive and special. Picture a stage with...

Teardrops

THE DAILY GRIST…”There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” (Washington Irving)When...