New Years Eve with Buck Owens’ Bus Driver

Generally, I’ve been lucky in love. I say generally because there have been some, well, lonely periods in my life. Brief but painful. One such was my freshman year in college. The fall and winter of 1966 was a desolate year. A drought of a year girls-wise. So...

New Year’s Resolutions for 2012?

I have long avoided New Year’s Resolutions, for two reasons. One, they’re ineffective. Studies show 88% of New Year’s resolutions are broken during the year. Sounds about right, doesn’t it? The other reason is, if you make the resolution a public statement, you...

New Years Through the Years

This is my last Welcome Column of 2016. Traditionally, I should say something important, pithy and clever about the milestone. But what pops into my head to say (my 58-year-old-head) is different than what might pop into your head, especially if you’re younger or...

Newgrass for the New Year

Another year is about to roll around—and it’s an opportunity to put together a playlist for the occasion. (I am obsessed with making playlists.) The new year brings up all kinds of thoughts: parties, winter time, drinking, dancing, staying up past midnight, reliving...

News

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where one dog is a dog but three are a pack, where Jamestown springs make you feel like you’ll live forever, where there are as many shades of green on a May afternoon as there are grains of sand on Poipu Beach and where all is well...

News

Seems like there’s a giant caldron of it these days….here’s a splash. We’ve got two new Regional Vice Presidents as of our last CBA board meeting. Larry Phegley has replaced the retiring Duane Campbell down in Santa Clara, Santa Cruz and Monterey Counties and Jenny...

Skin Deep

Yesterday, I did something I’ve never done – I solicited story ideas on Facebook. I received several good ideas almost immediately, but one caught my eye and fired my imagination up. I will quote the suggestion verbatim: “Why is it that people expect a female musician...

Nicknames

If you’re gonna be a Bluegrass fan, you gotta have a nickname. It’s as simple as that. Fortunately for me, I was reared in the Southeast, (where Bluegrass was born). Colorful nicknames are the rule there. My mom called me “Bert Boy” almost before I was born. I kid you...

Nicknames Revisited

A couple of weeks back, Bert Daniel wrote a column about nicknames that engendered a lengthy thread on the Message Board. It got me thinking…. If you’re reading this, you know me as Slim. That’s fine with me. I’ve been tall all my life (6’ 4”) and , for most of it...

Nights in Nashville

I’m on vacation, but the miracles of the Internet allow me to write today’s column and get it to you, dear readers.I’m in Nashville! I have been here a few times before, working the CBA Hospitality for the IBMA World of Bluegrass event when it was in Nashville. Those...