The First Circle

…There you are, standing with your instrument and the music is just great. The most sublime moment of the whole festival is right now and you know it. It’s a little chilly and you forgot your jacket, but it doesn’t matter. You’re reasonably...

The First One Was Free

Today’s column from Nancy Zuniga Thursday, July 2, 2009 I clearly remember the first time I heard the term “bluegrass festival”. It was 1973, and I was a grad student at USC, sitting in a classroom before the start of class, when I overheard a conversation...

The First Rule is….

Well, maybe not the FIRST rule, but high on the list of rules for writing a Welcome Column is “Don’t try to top Jeanie Ramos!”. They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but Jeanie’s words seem to turn that around. So I have to jump in with some thoughts provoked...

The Forbidden Song

Yogi Berra, speaking of a popular New York nightspot, once said, “Nobody ever goes there anymore – it’s too crowded!” Well, in bluegrass, there is a song that is allegedly so overplayed, it is practically forbidden from jam sessions everywhere by some solemn oath. The...

The Fork In The Road

Write something. What? Dry, completely dry. No ideas. Nothing. What’s up ahead? Where is the fork in the road? Even if I find it, which fork should I take? Oh, there it is. This particular fork has four prongs. Hmmmm, which one to take, which one should I take? Should...

The fork in the road

The proverbial fork in the road comes up many times a day. Most are very small detours but one way or another cause a different set of possibilities had you taken the other side of the fork. Who and what we are is based on each direction we have chosen through out our...