My Stomach is Growling for Some Bluegrass Pie

Strange weather. You would think that drought weather this time of the year would be consistently sunny, hot, dry. Rather, I’m sitting here at my desk in the East Bay and the weather is overcast, chilly, windy, and just enough precipitation to tease and fool us. Right...

My Story about Jake

Well, it’s been nearly a week now since the passing of our friend Jake Quesenberry and for me at least, it still hasn’t completely sunk in that he’s gone. I had an interesting relationship with Jake, different, I’m thinking than most given the posts I’ve read on the...

My Very Own Bill Monroe Project

Happy New Year to all you Bluegrass fans out there! This year happens to be a very special year because it marks the centenary of the birth of the greatest Bluegrasser of them all. In case you didn’t already know, Bill Monroe, the revered founder of a very...

My wife the artist, thes snake and what buffalo are

Last morning I was awakened in my hotel room in L.A. by the telephone. It was Lynn. She sounded breathless. “I won,” she said, “I actually won.” What my wife won was afirst, a second and an honorable mention for three of her water colors at the first ever judged art...

My year without music

Being in a band can be like being in a family — or not so much. I read somewhere that the Rolling Stones dislike each other so much they go months without even talking, until it’s time to go make a few million dollars, at which time they meet, rehearse, go on...

My year without music

Being in a band can be like being in a family — or not so much. I readsomewhere that the Rolling Stones dislike each other so much they go monthswithout even talking, until it’s time to go make a few million dollars, at whichtime they meet, rehearse, go on the...

Mystery Food

Have you ever gone to take a bite out of a piece of food, expecting one thing and then been totally surprised because it is not, I mean WAY not what you’d expected? Well I have. I can think of three examples right now, two that I personally experienced, and one in...

Nagging

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, which, even during the height of a down pour, which we’ve had, thank you Lord, plenty of, isn’t running much this year because a landowner upstream from us has decided, for whatever reason, not to replace a 36 inch culvert that has...

Nancy Ann

One of our cbaontheweb.org visitors raised a good question on the Message Board yesterday. In part here’s what the visitor said—“How can we have a compition (sic) such as how I Got Hooked on Bluegrass or name that Musician or who wants so called Jamgrass when you are...

Nancy’s Gone

When I got home from Stockton the evening evening before last, Lynn reported in her matter-of-fact way that I’d gotten some CBA mail and it was next to my computer, that a woman from San Bernardino called me about a job I’m doing for her, that she’d taken Sidney to...