MIxing It Up

What do our senses do for us? Simply put, they detect changes and report them to us. It’s vital for survival – a glimpse of a threat, the sound of pending danger, the smell of smoke, or a sudden increase or decrease in temperature. Happily, the same senses...

MLK

Today’s national holiday is a very special day with an anniversary twist this year. Some of us baby boomers can look back fifty years to a time when Martin Luther King, Jr. was in his heyday. This past summer we remembered the March on Washington and King’s famous “I...

MMXIV

Dear friends, Happy New Year to you and your kin. Thanks for joining us on the CBA’s glorious website. I hope 2014 will find each and every one of you who appreciates this major feat of bluegrass/old time celebration and communication giving credit to the poobah of...

MOLD

In the beginning…way, way back…we created a feature at the bottom of the right hand column of the cbaontheweb.org splash page called “Band News”. Though that name stuck for at least a couple of years, it quickly became clear that the term ‘band news’ was not broad...

Moments Remembered for the Wrong Reasons

I had watched, for the umpteenth time, a dreadful commercial that is being shown on TV ad nauseam, when I got to thinking about the way in which memory is often tied to that which is off-kilter, offensive, or just plain wrong. I consider the ad in question to be the...

Moments Remembered for the Wrong Reasons

I had watched, for the umpteenth time, a dreadful commercial that is being shown on TV ad nauseam, when I got to thinking about the way in which memory is often tied to that which is off-kilter, offensive, or just plain wrong. I consider the ad in question to be the...

Random Rambles

Tin ears, autumn equinox, Oktoberfest and writer’s block Starting with the latter, some months I find it very difficult to come up with a hook or topic for my monthly column. I can usually write something fairly easily to amuse myself but I take the responsibility of...

Mona’s Chocolate Cake

Today’s column from Cliff Compton Sunday, July 12, 2009 Mona made me a cake. From scratch. In the oven of her R.V. enough chocolate to send a womans endorphins into a dream state. Enough chocolate to make a bitter man sweet. Just because it was my birthday and...

Monday mashup

Hey, folks. Happy Monday! I’m cramming like a college student this week, trying to fin enough hours in the day to release your Bluegrass Breakdown paper to the printer before I go to Plymouth. (Looks like we’re getting up there on Thursday, so “someone” please save...

Money

I’ve been chewing on this since October, trying to decide if I should write about it, and if so, how I should write about it. My son Peter, my youngest and the one who’s served as a sounding board for me since he learned to talk…..and listen…..helped me decide. Let me...