Old Time Roots and the New Lost City Ramblers

Towards the end of the 1950s folk music aficionados were becoming aware of a genre of American music known as ‘old-time’ or ‘old-timey’. It had a mystical aura of purity, free from the contamination of ‘commercial’ music. There was an unfortunate connection with...

Old Time Roots and the New Lost City Ramblers

Towards the end of the 1950s folk music aficionados were becoming aware of a genre of American music known as ‘old-time’ or ‘old-timey’. It had a mystical aura of purity, free from the contamination of ‘commercial’ music. There was an unfortunate connection with...

Old Time Tech

Does the above title sound like an oxymoron to you? It does to me. After all old time music is, well, old. It hearkens back to a time before any of us were born. In the hey day of old time music, the term “tech savvy” might have meant that you actually...

Old Timey is not a crimey

I found myself in (I believe) the first old-time music jam of my life a few weeks ago at the Golden Old Time campout in Boonville. I didn’t have the courage to bring my Vega open back banjo; I wasn’t sure I could keep up. So I took my guitar and my small repertoire of...

OldTestament Bluegrass

Recently, I completed a goal that had eluded me for about a half a century. I read through the entire Old Testatment from beginning to end. And, in a big way, Bluegrass was my inspiration! Even though my column generally falls on a Sunday, I write about religious...

Old-Time Day Dance

I’ve received and sent a remarkable number of emails in the past couple weeks devoted to the old-time-day-at-the-FDF concept. (All good, I might add.) As we stated here, we’re leaving the planning for the occasion up to Mark Hogan and Carolyn Faubel, but they’ve asked...

On Being a Welcome Columnist

It is there for you to read today, and every day, right smack dab on the main page of the California Bluegrass Association’s website. It is preceded by the daily “Grist” that relates to it. What is the “it?” The “it” is the daily CBA “Welcome Column;” a diverse,...

On January 31st, my dad turned the big 56

(Editor’s Note—Marty recollects his earliest memory of his dad. I recollect my earliest memory of Marty—a gigantic bulge in his mom’s stomach.) On January 31st, my dad turned the big 56, and since I haven’t done this yet, I thought this would be the appropriate time...

On My Father’s Side…

Have you noticed that folks in the CBA often refer to their fellow musicians and friends as The Bluegrass Family? The mutual love of Bluegrass Music makes us a subculture that can trace its beginnings back at least to Bill Monroe. When you add Old Time Music and...

On my mind…

Rain is on my mind. Whiskey Creek is wet, and it’s mammalian occupants, right down to the last bushy tail squirrel, are wearing wide grins this first day after the storm. (We’re guessing the big oaks are smiling too, but it’s so hard to read their mood.) We had rain...