Cuppa Joe’s

I want to tell you about my son, Phil.  The story starts on a warm July evening in 1997.  I’ve driven to the BART station in Fremont to pick up my oldest son, Phillip, who’s traveled down from school in Berkeley so he and I can attend a little bluegrass...

Customer Service – A Lost Art?

Most old guys like me view the past through a gauzy rose-colored lens. Food was better, the sky was bluer, nobody ever really got hurt, politicians were honest, nobody ever locked their doors, and so on and so forth. I also think of customer service in this way. Part...

Cutting a demo

Like many bluegrass pickers in the CBA I belong to a band. That’s just how bluegrass people are. The bands usually don’t get rich or famous but it’s fun to play gigs at coffee houses and small festivals. For one thing it really helps your playing to...

Dailey and Vincent

Hello my article readers! The recent news in music and more specifically in bluegrass, was the Grammy’s. Which means the rid of tension of who will win the awards. (Even thought the Grammy system is pathetically flawed where the word “best” actually means “most...

DAMNED IF YOU DO AND DAMNED IF YOU DON’T

One, or at least this one—me—will occasionally look back over the more vivid moments of his life and swear that just could not have happened. One such moment occurred nearly a lifetime ago while I attended graduate school and beat my head against the wall trying to...

Damned if you do and damned if you don’t

That’s sort of how I felt this year as I made the decision to run, or not to run, for the board again. For the most part, I like the work involved, I love the Association, everybody who knows me knows I love the attention. But there can also be a lot of stress...

Damned if you do and damned if you don’t

We’re still working on getting someone to take on the 4th Tuesday Welcome column slot; if you’re interested, write to me at rickcornish7777@hotmail.com. I normally peruse the hundreds of past columns in the archive and find one I think could survive...

Dances With Urchins

The lions’ share of my Jamming 101 participants are adults, sometimes a few teens or timid 10 year olds. Rarely do I encounter jammers in the toddler category, although I had always thought it would be neat. So when my student Brent asked me if I would consider...

Dancing

…and then I said, “You’re sitting on it!” Heyyooo!!!!! That’s enough. Oh hey everybody! You just missed Bluegrass ‘n Stuff! Boy, that’s a shame. It was a good one too. Hmm… well, I can’t leave the rest of this page blank, so I’ll just have to make one...