The Possibilities Are Endless

A bluegrass jam was just ending. Friends both with and without instruments were all smiles from the last song they finished. The evening had been perfect. Everyone had gathered over a potluck where a long table became covered by dishes of food from the guests....

The Pound of Flesh

Sometimes it’s a real chore for me to come up with a fresh welcome column for all you folks out there in CBA land. That’s not the case for me today. Words are just flying off my computerized pen and if you keep reading long enough I promise I can bore you...

The Power in the CBA Members is Awesome

We listen to, and play bluegrass music because it’s fun. The fact that the California Bluegrass Association exists (40+ years and thousands of members strong) shows we are many. An association dedicated to such a fun pursuit might lead an outsider to think CBA members...

The Power of Words

I received a message from a reader of my zombie apocalypse story the other day. My story is posted online and has been completed for about five months, but I still get feedback about it occasionally. These messages come as a surprise since I am no longer actively...

The Pretender

Oh yes, I’m the great pretender Pretending that I’m doing well My need is such I pretend too much I’m lonely but no one can tell (The Platters) Musicians, and would be musicians, are just like everybody else. We just want to be loved. That means...