Understanding

Music and love are sure to come in this new year and new decade that stretch before us. What will take each of our dedication and commitment and hard work is understanding. When we stand in the circle and wait for the next song to be called out we don’t scan...

Unlikely Glue

“What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.”  Robert HerrickI have achieved a “first” in my life today.  I have been readying my family home for its sale, with help from friends and family, over the...

Unsung Heroes

For nearly 30 years I either sat on, or drove a fire engine up and down the state of California. It was a great job, and I had a lot of fun doing it. It was always nice to charge into a “not so good” situation, take care of business, and leave as the good guy. I have...

Up in the Air

Last weekend, I played live on a radio show, with a bluegrass band. It’s exciting, because radio is integral to the history of bluegrass, as much as front porch pickin’, barn dances and hayrides. That indelible visual image of a bluegrass band gathered around a single...

Uptalk

Read the following out loud: “The fortieth annual Father’s Day Festival will take place in Grass Valley next summer. A lot of people will be going. It will be extremely fun and I think you should consider going.” Now try reading it like this: “The fortieth annual...

Use Your Brain More

The old adage is, we only use 10% of our brains. So, that spawned all sorts of methods (and products you could buy, and drugs you could try) to help you use more of your brain. I have seen more recent research that seems to show that it’s not that simple. The brain is...

Use Your Head (or something else?)

On occasion, I pause to ponder the miracles of the human brain. We equate brain power with intelligence, and intelligence with the ability to make one’s way in the world, and solve the challenges that present themselves along the way. That’s certainly important, but...

Using the Gift

(Editor’s note—Here’s what was on Cliff’s mind in ther fall of 2009.) I was fourteen in Kansas City Missouri, living in a three story stone house off of Van Brunt and St. John, and I’d just bought my harmony arched topped guitar from a pawnshop downtown. Our house was...