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...

Memories Are Made of This

On Sunday, June 13, I climbed behind the wheel of my car and headed for Grass Valley; crazy thoughts spinning through my brain; my mind was flipping back and forth between anticipation and apprehension. My first Father’s Day Festival at Grass Valley was filling my...

Memories from the past

“A wise man once said…nothing. ”  JD Rhynes       From 1978 to 1980 there was a small bluegrass Festival that was held at the Ghost Mountain Ranch Campground at Pollock Pines California, that featured California...

Memories of a Friend

Dear Bluegrass family. It’s times like this that I am so glad that I have such an extended family, such as you all. I dont know how I would have ever made it this far down life’s road, without your support and love during trying times that we all have to...

Memories of Children’s Mini-Camp

Images swirl together and tumble on top of each other like—well– like little kids—before they become self-conscious and reflect the idea that showing enthusiasm for something is uncool. The images crowd into each other and jostle for first place in my memories....

Memories of my friends Vern and Ray

I miss the stories that Vern used to tell about when he was playing music with Ray Park, and their travels on the road. I kick myself for not setting down with a tape recorder and proper chronicling their adventures of the road over the years that they played...

Memories of Ralph

(From a while back)We are all missing the late Ralph Stanley now since his recent passing. Icons like that can never be replaced but at least he left us a great body of music with which to move forward. Stanley Brothers tunes were popular at our jam here yesterday but...