Tour de Jam Stage 3

Here it is at 10:30 on Saturday evening before my column is due and I’m still writing. It wasn’t due to procrastination, I’ve been noodling on this for the past week, but all the same I haven’t finished it……ok…..nose to the old fretboard and see if I can make a wrap....

Tour de Jam Stage Two: The Grass Valley Jam Couloir

From the Merriam-Webster Dictionary: Cou·loir. Pronunciation: kül-‘wär. Function: noun. Etymology: French, literally, passage, from couler; a steep mountainside gorge. Summertime and the living is easy…….welcome to my first column for the summer of 2009…….during...

Touring in Heaven?

It was the eighties and I was touring with the International Touring Company of A Chorus Line. It was my first real foray out into the world of what is now called ‘adulting.’ I spoke no foreign languages and we were traversing 9 countries and my contract was to be for...

Town Mountain and the legacy of Merle Haggard

Before I begin my review, I would like to talk about the legendary Merle Haggard who died last week. While I admit that I was more prone to listening to other country greats, like Ernest Tubb and George Jones before Merle. This was because country legends like Jones...

Tragedy and Infamy

December 7th. September 11. In our country we remember these two dates as shocking moments of disaster caused by some of our fellow human beings. Human beings who calculated destruction for those of us who did not share their particular view of what the world should...

Traditional Bluegrass: Can it Be? – Essay

There’s been a good deal of discussion going around recently about the size of the tent we play and listen in and some sort of conflict between “traditional” bluegrass music and not-traditional, with some emphasis placed on what varieties of bluegrass are...

Train of Thought

A few years ago we spent a few days at Fort Bragg, a beautiful coastal community; the perfect place to escape the summer heat of the inland valleys and delta region of California. The highlight of our trip was to ride the “Skunk Train.” From Fort Bragg, we followed...

Trains

In Yakima Washington, I lived on a dead end street next to an apple orchard and kitty-corner from a cow pasture. Across that pasture was a set of tracks that ran by a hobo jungle out in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the night I’d hear the whistle blowing as...