Sloppy Notes

I hate it when I play sloppy notes. We all play them and we all hate them. The question is what should we do about them? What can we do about them? The obvious answer to the second question is practice (actually three answers: practice, practice, practice). We all...

Slow Learner

My wife tells me that I’m a slow learner. That is to say, Lynn tells me what I should do, need to do, ought to do, for my own good, our good, for the dogs’ good, for the good of the United States of America, and I’m very slow to translate the lesson into concrete...

Small Town

A lot of people would say I live in a small town, but it doesn’t seem that way to me. Healdsburg is about the same size as the town I grew up in but since it sits right in the heart of the Sonoma County wine country, it’s harder to find a place where you...

Small Town Livin’

I love living in a small town! Now, let me admit, my “small town” isn’t super small. I know several CBA pals who live in REALLY small towns. My town, Martinez, has about 45,000 people in it, so my “real” small town friends may scoff at me. My wife and I love the...

Small Town Living – A Work in Progress

I love living in a small town! Now, let me admit, my “small town” isn’t super small. I know several CBA pals who live in REALLY small towns. My town, Martinez, has about 48,000 people in it, so my “real” small town friends may scoff at me. My wife and I love the...

Small Worlds

The Healdsburg Guitar Festival is not in Healdsburg; Healdsburg, California that is. That doesn’t seem to make sense, like much of what is going on in the world today. This guitar festival, that is held only once every two years, did actually start in Healdsburg,...

SMFT’s

Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where instead of Jack Daniels, our stream runs with ice cold water for the first time since last March, where a stone walk-way leading from the house to our parking compound lies half-completed and is likely to remain so for quite a...

Smiley camp

Surrounded by cough syrup and Kleenex at four-thirty in the morning, I’m thinking about Smiley camp, where I’m not gonna be this weekend. I was supposed to be. I meant to be, but life has a way of changing your schedule. The Rumiano’s yearly bash is an event I...

Smoky Mountain Smoke

Don’t let Smoky Mountain smoke get in your eyesIf you do, I’m telling youYou’ll want to live there the rest of your lifeSmoky Mountain, Tennessee.I spent my childhood not very far from the beautiful Smoky Mountains of North Carolina and Tennessee. It was a treat every...

Snake

George Martin’s “Rattlesnake” post on the message board last week, reminded me of an incident a long time ago that was pretty hair raising. I cant remember the exact year it happened. I think it was about 1976 or ’77. Any way, it was in the...