Deeply Fried and Tie-Dyed

Our story begins with a journey, rolling north from Grass Valley on Highway 5 in a possibly, ever so slightly, overloaded Ford F-350, towing a cargo trailer laden with deep-friers, freezers, coolers, a commercial-grade cotton candy machine, tarps, canopies, vast...

Deja Vu All Over Again

Readers: Instead of boring you with an ego driven column about the wild celebration the Fog Valley Drifters receivedat the spring campout (how gauche) since it was spring warming up to summer I would resurrect a column from many years ago that brings to mind the joys...

Delayed from Friday

It appears our fearless and industrious Chairman of the Board is still suffering from the effects of the voodoo doll I jokingly stuck a few well placed pins into. If it weren’t so painful for Rick, this litany of horrors would be laughable. I feel terrible about this....

Delta memories

We drove up to Isleton last Saturday to spend the afternoon at the Lighthouse Marina, which had invited bluegrass folk to a music-making campout. We didn’t plan to stay the night because I wanted Sunday to relax at home and get ready for a two-gig Monday with my band....

Demographics and Bluegrass Festivals

It seems to me, and this may be based on the kinds of events we choose to attend, that the audiences at many bluegrass festivals are growing older, much older, while the events fail to attract new younger, more affluent audiences, particularly those with children....

President’s Message

So why would you want to drive to Turlock for to camp? Well you have completed your taxes and are ready for a scenic drive, although I would never choose Hwy 99 for the scenery. Hwy 99 is the best route to Turlock and an April mini vacation on the Stanislaus County...

Denned Up J.D. Speaks

(Editor’s Note—‘Hello, brother, what’s you up to today?’ is how J.D. has started every phone call he’s ever made to me. Tuesday’s call was no different; after a moment of chatting, during which he shared how much snow had fallen since Saturday, he got down to...

Denned Up J.D. Speaks

Today’s column, is the result of me being “denned up” fer the last three days here in the house, ’cause it’s been snowing pitchforks here on Bluegrass Acres. I’ve been catching up on a bunch of paperwork that I’d been putting...

Denned Up J.D. Speaks

Today’s column from J.D. Rhynes Thursday, January 24, 2008 Today’s column, is the result of me being “denned up” fer the last three days here in the house, ’cause it’s been snowing pitchforks here on Bluegrass Acres. I’ve been...

Details Details Details

Ah, life is full of pleasures, and some of these are obvious, but often, the real thrills are more sublime. Bluegrass is full of these types of delights. Take the ubiquitous G-run, for example. Almost nothing defines bluegrass guitar (although there is a banjo version...