The Language of Music

I have a clear childhood memory of the occasion when I first met someone who spoke a foreign language fluently. I still remember the excitement of discovering that this person could understand my simple schoolboy French and that I could understand her replies....

Remembering Jam Class

My introduction into the Bay Area bluegrass community began, oddly enough, at an Oscars party. It was March 2003 when I walked several blocks in the rain to a Sunday night gathering of movie buffs, and a few jammers, none of whom I had ever met. I was expecting a jam,...

Biscuits and Gravy

(Editor’s note.  Reading Carolyn’s  column from the past is making me hungry.  It is not easy to find truly worthy biscuits and gravy) Nothing is more comforting, savory, tasty and satisfying to eat for breakfast than biscuits and gravy. Objectively, it’s just a pile...

Some Things I Don’t Understand

Like a lot of folks, I have spent considerable time during the pandemic sheltered in place, and passing the time without going nuts involves a considerable amount of reading – and watching TV. I have read a lot of good books and immersed myself in movies and...