Mutual Responsibilities in This New Media World

We’ve been resting, a luxury those of us who are supposedly retired can enjoy, in Shelby, NC after the five hectic, inspiring, demanding, and action-filled days of IBMA’s World of Bluegrass and Wide Open Bluegrass in Raleigh. We find attending IBMA gives...

My Bluegrass Cup Runneth Over

Last night I had to take an emery board to my callused finger tips; a sure sign that my new year has started out great. While most people get callused hands from hard work, I get calluses from hard play, but either way, there are wonderful rewards. Of course we began...

My Bluegrass Video Hit Parade

I’ve been wondering whether my YouTube Channel (https://www.youtube.com/user/KeeneValleyGuy?feature=mhee) represents an accurate picture of what kinds of music people prefer to hear and see. Does it function more or less like an Internet visual jukebox, or is it...

My brief encounter with the wonderful Rose Maddox

My father, like J.D. Rhynes, was an avid admirer of the wonderful talented Rose Maddox. Though my father never knew Rose personally or played music with her, he did go out of his way to see her shows in the Central Valley back in the early 50’s and enjoyed her shows...

My brief encounter with the wonderful Rose Maddox

 My father, like J.D. Rhynes, was an avid admirer of the wonderful talented Rose Maddox. Though my father never knew Rose personally or played music with her, he did go out of his way to see her shows in the Central Valley back in the early 50’s and enjoyed her...

My brief encounter with the wonderful Rose Maddox

My father, like J.D. Rhynes, was an avid admirer of the wonderful talented Rose Maddox. Though my father never knew Rose personally or played music with her, he did go out of his way to see her shows in the Central Valley back in the early 50’s and enjoyed her shows...

My Computer is Infected with an SFBOT

You’ve probably heard of botnets, networks of personal computers enslaved by malicious software viruses to do their evil bidding. Well my personal organic-computerhead, the one that sits on top of my shoulders and controls my every movement (even the words being typed...

My Dog Phil

Mildred White, which is what we always called our aunt, my father’s sister, was always in her dark bedroom with the shades pulled down. She’d been in a sick bed since I could remember. For my entire remembered life, my aunt had been ever so slowly dying, shut in her...

My Dog’s a Good Pal

It has been said that there are two kinds of people: dog people and cat people. It’s a simplistic generalization, but it’s not too far off the mark. We have a cat and a dog in our household, and I like ‘em both, but that cat ain’t my friend, but my dog is. I know all...