Welcome to the NEW ONLINE Bluegrass Breakdown!

As we mentioned in the May Bluegrass Breakdown, the printed newsletter will concentrate on timely information, current events, and some short form new and legacy columns. And we promised then that longer form columns, photos, in-depth interviews, less timely news...

Welcome Welcome Welcome

It’s an honor and a privilege to be a contributing and regular Welcome Columnist for the CBA website for – um, quite a few years now. As much as I’ve enjoyed writing the weekly Wednesday column, I have also enjoyed the other Welcome columns as well. I...

We’ll be static till Thursday morning

Your web master (me) is treating himself to four days of non-stop music, frivolity and fellowship at this year’s Rivertunes Music Camp. Since at present we have no back-up manager for cbaweb.org we’ll remain static until Thursday morning…no new news,...

Well, we needed rain…

We DID need rain, but the highly anticipated precipitation is affecting Webmaster Rick Cornish’s internet access, so bear with him, he’ll back in the driver’s seat as soon as the fickle Internet Gods do their reluctant magic.  We apologize for...

Were YOU Born Too Late

[blast from the past]If only I was born earlier. I could have seen Bill Monroe in his prime, Jim and Jesse with their natural hair color, and Jimmy Martin as a spry, brash young man. I could have been involved in the Bay Area bluegrass scene back when it was a...

Were YOU Born Too Late?

If only I was born earlier. I could have seen Bill Monroe in his prime, Jim and Jesse with their natural hair color, and Jimmy Martin as a spry, brash young man. I could have been involved in the Bay Area bluegrass scene back when it was a well-kept secret, and hung...

Wet Dogin Morning

At the the Turlock campout we ended up right next to Jim Genaw and Mikki Feeney. Besides a lot of excellent music, we enjoyed just hanging out at their camp, fondly remembering the now-defunct festival at the Shasta County Fairgrounds in Anderson where we met about 11...

What a Man’s Gotta Do

At this very moment, I’m in my “Bluegrasser-On-the-Road” mode, working at the Northwest String Summit festival, way out in the deep, deep, un-wi-fi-i-fied woods of Hornings Hideout in North Plains, Oregon. The lineup feels like the holy grail of...

What a Wonderful Dream! The Ride of My Life!

Most of the time when we have a dream, we have trouble remembering the whole dream. Usually, it takes somethang to trigger part of the dream, and then, slowly we remember all of it. A couple of years ago, I woke up one morning, and I remembered this whole dream jes as...

What About Festivals?

I love bluegrass festivals. The excitement rises in me as we near the grounds of the coming weekend’s festival, usually but not always somewhere in rural America. We round a corner and see a blue sign with an arrow saying “Bluegrass Festival.” A flag waves...