Please

Please, please, please, dear members of our CBA family, stay safe. Do what’s in your heart to protect yourself, your family and your larger bluegrass family. We’ll weather this, but it will take a group effort. It will take the love and respect and plain...

Please Be Watchful of Rattlesnakes

Today’s column from George Thursday, July 9, 2009 Somebody at the Nevada County Fairgrounds is a skilled motivator. I noticed two handwritten signs in the run-up to the festival (I was there early for music camp). One was in some flower beds over near the...

Please Give

PLEASE GIVE TO THE CAMP (CREEK) FIRE FUND RAISING EFFORT. Every dime we raise is further validation of the power of our Association to care for and nurture the dual traditions of bluegrass and old-time and the people who love them.

Please Step Into the Transporter, Bones

We need our senses to navigate through our world – to survive. We have this in common with all other species. We sense our environment so that we may eat, defend ourselves, reproduce. On some level, so do sponges, trees, paramecia and dung beetles. But some species (I...

Please, Sir – May I Have Another (Instrument)?

The easy answer to the question above is, of course “Yes, of course!” But it depends upon the availability of funds and storage space. Like most active musicians, I suffer from “Instrument Acquisition Syndrome” (also known as IAS) to a degree. But nice instruments are...

Plenty of Room in Bakersfield

Lately I’ve been reading and hearing the laments of hard-core bluegrass people that their plans to attend the eigth annual GREAT 48 Jam in Bakersfield have been scrubbed because they waited too long to book a room at the Marriott Hotel. Thought I’d better...

Plug in (the ear plugs)

The band was deafening — country rock turned up to 11. The band next door boomed even louder. I covered my ears in the hot, sticky Nashville night. My daughter Katie and I made a beeline for the Ernest Tubb Record Shop where the air conditioning and soundproofing...

Political

Dear friends, Without getting political, it seems like there’s an eight hundred pound gorilla in the living room, on this, the eve of Tuesday’s big election. It’s hard NOT talking about it, but we all get along pretty well when we check that temporal stuff at the door...

Polka on the Banjo

This last Saturday my band played a sweet little festival in Lodi called “Bluegrass at the lake”. The Music was sort of an eclectic mix, sort of bluegrassy, gospely, old timey. Americanaish, blend that would make the purist blanch and the common music lover cheer and...

Po-Poo-Ree

1. Fall Campout. I know this has been pretty well wrung out, but I’d like to make a couple of observations. We had a good time and appreciate the efforts of all who made it so. I spoke to quite a few folks who are not CBAers or BGers but are members of the marina who...