Spring Campout – What? Me Worry?

Last night, I wrote a veritable masterpiece of a column. This morning, I forgot to upload it and now I’m at work, 23 non-connected miles from that masterpiece. This column ran about this time last year – I apologize for the rerun. – BC Let’s see,...

Spring Will Come Soon – Plant Those Seeds

The CBA as an organization needs a constant infusion on new members and contributors to remain vital. Let’s revisit what the California Bluegrass Association is, and what it does. “Oh yeah”, some folks might say. “They’re the ones that put on that big festival in...

Springtime Is Here

Springtime is here my darlin’ Yes, that time of year has come when we all have to set our clocks an hour ahead and start our day an hour earlier than we’re used to. It must be spring! There’s so much to do now and the sap is rising. We should get an early start. I...

Stage fright

Randy Morton wrote a beautiful column on stage fright. The fear of performing in front of people. That’s a big one. It rates up there between bad marriage and death in a lot of folks minds. As for myself, I don’t have much of it, though that was not always the case. I...

Stage Fright

Today’s column from David Lange Sunday, July 20th, 2008 A while back, a friend of mine who played in a popular bluegrass band explained that after having been one of the musicians playing in the background for many years, was now going to take a lead position front...

Stark Contrasts in Autumn

October provides some stark contrasts for the bluegrass world, at least for us CBA folks. Early October features (often simultaneously) the annual Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in San Francisco, and the International Bluegrass Music Association (IBMA) signature...

Stand For Something, or Fall For Anything

We all have to make decisions every single day about what to do. You can’t do everything, so you have to choose this or that. You don’t even think you’re making a decision most of the time. Most of these little decisions are absurdly trivial: wear this pair of pants...

Starting to get it

From the moment that I first attended a bluegrass campout, I felt that my stars had finally lined up and all was correct with my universe. It was a cold, wet March, and I was oblivious to the elements. Basically, I was numb from the experience of being in the middle...