Bluegrass Seasons

It shouldn’t be surprising that a musical form like Bluegrass, with its deep roots in back porch pickin’, would have its seasonal variations. When the weather’s warm, that’s when Bluegrass is in full bloom. Festivals are in full swing around the country, and warm...

Bluegrass Stars – Pals of Mine (Mostly)

One of the cool things about bluegrass legends is their accessibility. Unlike other genres with their starmaking machines, there doesn’t seem to be a gulf between performers and fans as in other forms of music. I guess part of this is due to its limited appeal. If a...

Bluegrass Stories

Sure, I love the sound of bluegrass music. The twang of the banjo, the swing of the fiddle, thump of the bass, and a G-run, perfectly executed. High lonesome harmonies and the perfect phrasing of Bill Monroe, Jimmy Martin and Ralph Stanley – who can resist? But...

Bluegrass the Ohio way

A month or so ago I became aware of radio station WBZI in Xenia, Ohio. I think somebody posted a note on the CBA message board with the URL: myclassiccountry.com. And, most important, the tip that Monday through Friday from 1-3 p.m. Eastern (10 a.m. to noon here in...

Bluegrass Therapy

(Editor’s Note:  George Martin would normally be up today but he’s been given the day off for good behavior.  And no, it was the OTHER George, the Knight, who died yesterday, rest his soul.  Since Bruce Long spilled his guts...

Bluegrass Therapy

Here’s a paper I found while rifling through my therapist’s desk while she was out of the room. Therapeutic approaches to the treatment of bluegrass addiction Bluegrass treatment programs are in their infancy and as yet poorly understood. As a small contribution to...

Bluegrass to the Rescue!

I’m sure many of you know by now of the fire that devastated the home of three San Francisco musicians. The two-unit building in the Lower Haight neighborhood was the home of Pam Brandon, Tom Drohan, and Gayle Schmitt. Pam Brandon aka Belle Monroe is a longtime CBA...

Bluegrass Women and Their Surprises

It’s 9:30 A.M., and my windows are still open with a gentle breeze lightly lifting the sheers. This is a welcome relief to the Valley heat that has left the mind feverish and the body languid. I didn’t think it would ever cool down at all (a mere 96 degrees today) and...

Bluegrass, An Admiring Mantis, and Lots of Dough

The last time I attended Strawberry Music Festival, the only things I recall are running around the meadow naked, and being covered in face paint. Now, admittedly those of you who know me might wonder if this was a recent event, but no, I was a little dude at the...

Bluegrass, Banjos and Barbecue

We’ve had a few posts lately about Rosine, KY. It brought back memories of a visit my wife Barbara and I made there shortly after Bill Monroe’s death. I poked around in the archives and found this story I had written for the August, 1998, Breakdown. The headline was:...