Musical magic on the mountain

Up on Mt. Tamalpais in Marin County there is an old inn that was built in 1904 along the scenic railroad that once wound its way up the mountain. Tamalpais and its railroad were world famous back then; tourists took a ferry from San Francisco, a train to Mill Valley...

Musical Meccas

I know it’ll be Wednesday when you read this, but as I’m writing it, it’s actually Fat Tuesday – the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday, and this reminds of what? New Orleans, of course! Tonight is Mardi Gras, and having been to The Big Easy, I can tell you I would NOT want...

Musical Murmurations

THE DAILY GRIST: “If nature has ever produced a more perfect thing than the mesmerizing beauty of this starling swarm, I have yet to encounter it. No other phenomenon has ever stopped me in my tracks quite like this, made me forget everything else in the world except...

Musings on the Curative Properties of Music

Ain’t nothing; quite like music. You know this, of course. You’re re adding this because you’re involved in some way with the California Bluegrass Association, and that means you’re likely a fan of that particular genre of traditional American music. So you’re aware...

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...