Actual Bluegrass Content

Since my column from last month never saw the light of day due to a website glitch, and since everybody and his brother has already commented on Grass Valley and Susanville, and since it had more than my usual Bluegrass content, I’ve recycled it as follows: As I write...

Advance Gift Suggestions for 2016

Every year we all face the same tough choices – what gift to buy for the people on your list. Complicating matters is the spectrum of recipients. There are relatives, closed friends, not-so-close friends, acquaintances, everyone else. Well, here’s some good news...

Advice from a Legend

As the fresh-faced cub reporter wound his way up the long driveway leading to the palatial home of renowned fiddler Burnell “Beau” Prater, he noted a crew of gardeners busily at work, pruning the lush topiary lining the driveway…carefully sculptured bushes in...

After the Harvest

For a number of years, I have a noticed a trend in the pace of quantity of gig opportunities around this time of year – things slow down. If I was playing for a living, I’d be scrambling for gigs, signing up students and demanding pay for my weekly column on the...

Afternoon Delight

(Editor’s Note–13 years ago, when I received an email from a guy name Robert Schwartz, a stranger and self-identified CBA newcomer, Mr. Schwartz asked me to consider using it for a guest Welcome Column. I began reading it without any hint of where the...

Afternoon Delight

Editor’s Note–So, where does time go? Seriously, is there some cloud-based vault that each of us, at least once in our life, has dimly suspected…hoped really…was an eternal safe house where every moment of every eon was stored and catalogued and kept in...

Afternoon Delight

(Note from the editor: So, where does time go? Seriously, is there some cloud-based vault that each of us, at least once in our life, has dimly suspected…hoped really…was an eternal safe house where every moment of every eon was stored and catalogued and kept in...

Afternoon Delight

So this is how it starts: with a simple, deceiving phone call to my wife. I told her I’d be in an afternoon meeting and would be unreachable the rest of the day. I hoped that I sounded convincing. The truth was I had arranged — by email — a secret...

AG & Kate

(The following text is an excerpt from the book “High Lonesome Below Sea Level: Stories and Faces of Bluegrass Music in the Netherlands” by Loes van Schaijk and Marieke Odekerken. The book can be ordered in the webshop of the Bluegrass Music Museum or the...

Ah, show biz

For reasons that only a psychoanalyst at the top of her game could divine, I awoke this morning thinking about the blue-haired lady who hired my bluegrass band for a gig at the San Mateo Elks Lodge back in 1979. She was the wife of the top Elk guy, the Supreme Bull,...