A Thank You

Today’s column from Cliff Compton Friday, June 12, 2009 This column is for all those people who make us play better. As much as I’d like to convince myself and others that I was born with a guitar in my hands, and the ability to play it, I wasn’t. Some folks are...

A Theoretical Question: To Read or Not to Read

And by read, I mean read music. When I started relearning to play fiddle less than ten years ago, one of the joys I discovered is that bluegrass and old-time musicians didn’t rely on charts, didn’t read, and songs were taught and learned primarily by ear. No more...

A Time for Listening

We’re all disappointed that we don’t get to see our favorite bands right now. Of course, there’s been lots to see online, with bands working hard to replace those live concerts. And, there are loads of archived concerts to watch as well. If you’re done with the...

A Tip of My Hat

As I was preparing for our week at Grass Valley, I found no less than 14 hats in various cubby holes in the camper. I was wondering why two people require so many hats, but now I think I know why. I am finally feeling like I’ve caught up on my sleep since returning...

A Tragic End

At the end of 2011, my house is still standing on its foundation; my early-twenty-something children are progressing ahead in life (at a glacial pace); my wife has not murdered or maimed me; and we are both still gainfully employed. By all accounts, life has not been...

A Tribute to Mothers

Lately, most of the talk on the CBA website is appropriately enough all about Father’s Day. Since Mother’s Day is coming up in a couple weeks, I want to take this time to write a column about mothers. If I took a poll, I think most of you could name a bluegrass song...

A Turkey of a Tale

We’re all familiar with Murphy’s Law, and this year, it seemed that Murphy seriously didn’t want us to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. We had been having trouble with our oven for some time, but I applied the same philosophy as expressed in the lyrics of “The Arkansas...

A Turkey of a Tale

We’re all familiar with Murphy’s Law, and this year, it seemed that Murphy seriously didn’t want us to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. We had been having trouble with our oven for some time, but I applied the same philosophy as expressed in the lyrics of “The Arkansas...

A Unique Form of Social Intercourse

At some point, while jamming at the Great 48 last weekend, it hit me. No, not an errant fiddle bow – that missed me completely and hit someone else. What struck me during that marathon musical session was the sense of how unique, and special a social act jamming is....

A vacation without music

It was odd, taking a vacation without music. Music has taken me everywhere I’ve ever wanted to go. All the postmarks of my travels have included stops where the guitar case is opened and the music played. If I go to visit the inlaws, maybe it’s a stop at the grange...