Me and my fiddle

As I packed up my life this month, to move onto a different and exciting phase (graduate school), I had to make some tough choices on what went into storage, and what didn’t; what got moved to my new home right away, and was included in that list of “essentials” that...

Me, Hungry?

For some reason hunger has been on my mind lately. Before I go any further, I should make a disclaimer, I haven’t been hungry lately. In fact, I have rarely been more than moderately hungry at times throughout my life. I should be hungry, seeing as how I am still on...

Meet Me In the Kitchen

Any golfer who is reading this knows what a Mulligan is. Wikipedia defines is as “a second chance to perform an action, usually after the first chance went wrong through bad luck or a blunder.” I would like a Mulligan for all of last month please! Life can be going...

Membership Has Its Benefits

Like just about every non-profit on this big blue marble, the California Bluegrass Association is always hungry for more members. We can never rest in trying to simultaneously please our current membership while trying to attract new members. We’ve wracked our aging...

Memorable Cab Drivers of Louisville Kentucky

In 1997, the international bluegrass music Association moved its convention, tradeshow, and fan Fest from Owensboro Kentucky, to Louisville Kentucky. The Galt House Hotel was the headquarters for the shindig, there in Louisville, and was only a 20 min. $12 cab ride...

Memorable individuals of the past

  Daily grist; When planning for one’s posterity it is best to remember that virtue is not hereditary. Thomas Paine, 1776      The other night I got to watching a movie on TV named the “Aviator”. It was about the famous...

Memorable, rememberable music

Wednesday afternoon and we are still pondering if we can get down to Hollister for any part of the Good Old Fashioned Bluegrass Festival, my second favorite after Grass Valley. We have to baby-sit until 5:30 p.m. on Friday, so we need to decide if it’s worth it to...

Memorial Day

When I was a kid, we spent Memorial Day tending the graves of friends and relatives. We picked flowers from my aunt’s garden—gladioli, asters, zinnias, and fragrant little pink sweet peas—and gathered them up with ribbons into bouquets and put them in mason jars...

Memories are made of … music

One of the first gigs I ever played (if playing free counts as a gig) was for the Red Cross chapter in the little town of Crockett, where I grew up. The chapter had some kind of volunteer relationship with the Napa State Hospital and they sent us up there to play a...