The Games We Play

The team I’ve belonged to for the last ten years or so told me they were a football team. I was sort of new at the game and wasn’t sure I’d really benefit that much from joining the team. I debated it for awhile and vacillated back and forth. After...

The Gift of Music

I love music – listening to it, playing it, and seeing others receive the joy it brings. And giving the gift of music to others is a joy and delight. In 2011, I was fortunate to become a board member of the Foundation for Bluegrass Music. Let me tell you about this...

The Gigger’s Nightmare

I have had this nightmare more than once, and sometimes I’m not even sleeping. I’m doing something – could be anything – and a call comes and it’s somebody saying “Hey where ARE you! We have a gig today!” I had a gig recently, and called one of the band members to let...

The Golden Rule

I had a disturbing experience last evening. It actually kept me awake lying in bed thinking about it; what’s worse, this morning, about ten minutes after waking up, I suddenly remembered the experience and it’s put a pall over the day. Let me tell you about it. I have...

The Good old Fashioned

The Good old Fashioned – Cliff ComptonI went to the Good old Fashioned Bluegrass Festival again this year. It’s become a good habit. One of them happy habits. One of those day’s circled on the calendar. One of those good reasons to be alive.I remember the first...

The Gospel According to Ed

I haven’t been playing my mandolin much in the past few years. Being in a band (playing banjo, banjo, banjo) will do that to you. But I miss the mando; mandolins are cool in so many ways.The sound can be piercing when you are playing lead and thunky when you are...

The Gospel According to Ed

I haven’t been playing my mandolin much in the past few years. Being in a band (playing banjo, banjo, banjo) will do that to you. But I miss the mando; mandolins are cool in so many ways. The sound can be piercing when you are playing lead and thunky when you...

The Great Bluegrass Joke of 1977

That’s what my ol pard Vern Williams called this story that I’m going to relate to all of you this month. Going back a lot of years is necessary to set the stage for this story, and I’m sure you will agree when I get to the end of it. I guess this...

The Great Bluegrass Joke of 1977

(EDITOR’S NOTE–This being the first Monday of the month you were all poised, I’m certain, to find a message from our President, the Honorable Darby Brandli, but due to a little screw up in which her monthly column was posted last week instead of...

The Great Bluegrass Joke of 1977

That’s what my ol pard Vern Williams called this story that I’m going to relate to all of you this month. Going back a lot of years is necessary to set the stage for this story, and I’m sure you will agree when I get to the end of it. I guess this...