In Defense of Those Who Hate to Sing

I loved Marcos Alvira’s column, where he bravely confessed to hating to sing. This column spawned a Message Board thread on the subject with a lot of interesting commentary. Nancy’s Zuniga’s comment on Owen Saunders’ “distinct vocal attributes” was very apt, because...

In Praise (and in Awe) of Luthiers

Growing up, I remember that there were always a few dads in the neighborhood who were really good with their hands. Of course, it seems that ALL the dads in the ‘hood could build a fence if needed, and probably a doghouse, or maybe a bird house. But there were some...

In Praise of Amateurs, Gifted and Otherwise

I really enjoyed Ted Lehman’s column from Monday (“Risk and the Issue of Professional vs. Talented Amateur”). In it, he outlines the considerable distinction between true professional musicians and amateur musicians, even extremely talented amateurs. I have peered...

In Praise of Amateurs, Gifted and Otherwise

I really enjoyed Ted Lehman’s column from Monday (“Risk and the Issue of Professional vs. Talented Amateur”). In it, he outlines the considerable distinction between true professional musicians and amateur musicians, even extremely talented amateurs. I have peered...

In Praise of Makeshift Bands

People who are more athletic than I (in other words, everyone) seems to have fond memories of pickup basketball games with their friends. Some of these games (I am told) feature some very skilled players, and I have also heard tell of organized pickup basketball...

In Search of the Perfect Cheater

Capo mishaps over the past week reminded me of this ongoing search….One of the most ubiquitous accouterments to bluegrass players is…. the capo. (Sometimes called a “cheater bar”.) A cursory search of the internet shows the capo to be much older that you might...

In the Garden

A couple weeks ago I sang for the funeral service of a friend. His wife had requested the song, “In the Garden,” a perennial favorite for memorials. My friend had been a rice grower, had a large orchard of fruits and nuts, and always had a productive vegetable and...

In the pines, in the pines

And it was Saturday morning, and I was about twenty miles west of Willows when the asphault ended and this gravel road started up the side of the mountain and my brakes are three days from replacement and I’ve got a Kia van that is comfortable in the city but ain’t...

In the Rear View Mirror

I think my wife was sick of it, as were my colleagues at work…or any one else who came into contact with me on a regular basis. Through the three or so weeks leading up to the Hobbs Grove Bluegrass Festival, I had developed a one-track mind, obsessed with the...