On the Loyalty of Dogs

The Daily Grist:I love my dog as much as I love you, but you may fade. My dog will always come through (Cat Stevens)Pets have become very popular these days with so many people stuck at home and lonely. It could be argued that humans should not restrict other species...

On the Road Again

THE DAILY GRIST…”On the road again; Just can’t wait to get on the road again; The life I love is making music with my friends.”–Willie Nelson Some of you may remember a great columnist who wrote for the San Francisco Chronicle back in the day...

On the Road Again – Part II

HE DAILY GRIST…”On the road again; Just can’t wait to get on the road again; The life I love is making music with my friends.”–Willie Nelson This month I’m finishing up my journal notes here below that I started in my October 24th column on my 2016...

On the Road Again…

It was late February, and WinterGrass beckoned. This late-winter oasis of eclectic music, col-legiality and love was the bright light that far outshone the lurking threat of a pandemic. I often combine projects to extract the maximum equity from travel, so I had set...

On The Subject of Purity

I don’t know about other cultures, but this one we have here seems to value purity. We want to buy water that is 100%, we buy Dove soap because it’s 100% (pure what? I don’t know!) The push for purity has a very ugly side too, as applied by Hitler or the Ku Klux Klan....

On the Trail of Steve Martin

(Editor’s Note: On the Trail of Steve Martin was one of the earliest Welcomes written by John Karsemeyer. Back in September of 2009 when it appeared here we really had no idea of what to expect from John. Many years later, we still don’t.)The Bear. Not your average...

On the Trail of Steve Martin

The Bear. Not your average bear. The Golden Bear. The Golden Bear was a club in Huntington Beach, California. Southern California that is. It’s gone now, but not forgotten (R.I.P. 1926-1986). You could go there and hear live music. The opportunity arouse in 1967...

Once Again at the Great 48

I don’t know…there’s just something about Bakersfield. Every time the highway gets me close, my heart seems to beat a little faster. Coming up to Oildale. Thinking about Merle Haggard, and about the time he walked through a jam down at the doubletree during the great...

Once again at the lighthouse

It’s ten o’clock on Thursday night and I just had the unsettling realization that my column is due tomorrow. That would be today, if this is Friday. Last week I wrote a beauty. It would have rivaled Shakespeare. The culmination of the work of a lifetime. It would’ve...

One day, two columns – but one’s invisible

I had written a beautiful column for this Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. I read through my previous 4 Thanksgiving columns, and drew excerpts from each, and added more pithy, poignant commentary. Unfortunately, you’ll never see it. I left it on my computer at...