Location, location, location

It’s an immutable law of fate that everything that happens to us in life affects everything else that happens to us. Seemingly unrelated events have repercussions that may profoundly affect our lives far down the road. For example, many years ago, I began my...

Lodi

Our CBA Fall Campout this year visited a new location: Lodi. Unfortunately, I wasn’t there. I really love the spring and fall campouts, but I just had too much stuff to do at home this year. It will be interesting to hear the comments about how this this...

Lodi Bound and Lodi Determined

Many of my CBA buddies are already up in Lodi for the CBA Fall Campout, and I’ll be joining them later this week.Just as the Spring Campout signals the start of another long California bluegrass “season”, so does the Fall Campout herald the end of one. Fortunately, in...

Longevity, in its many forms

In 1972, I was home from college visiting my parents when we turned on the evening news. There was a segment of “On the Road” with Charles Kuralt, always one of our favorite features of the broadcast. Kuralt’s brief photojournal essays brought to the American public...

Long-time Listener, First-time Camper

Some of you should know by now that we have a new Music Camp Liaison, Maggie Sokolik. Maggie is an excellent author and great musician and in the spirit of Music Camp-themed Welcome articles that we often run leading up to the festival, here’s one from...

Looking Back

 (EDITOR’S NOTE–Blink your eyes. I dare you. That’s about how long an entire bluegrass season takes to play out. Or in this case, nine years. We’re running President Darby’s fall of 2009 monthly column just to offer a sense of how...

Looking Back

It feels like I’ve been writing about the Kings River Bluegrass Festival for half a year, and that might just be accurate—i.e., two Welcome Columns and two Breakdown articles since February. I can’t let this festival get too far behind us however without publicly...

Looking Back; Looking Forward

It’s fitting that the New Year is symbolized by the image of a baby: hopeful, unblemished, and full of promise. And it’s equally fitting that the departing year is depicted as a withered old man: tired, weary, and ready for a rest. In any given year, we can pretty...