THE DAILY GRIST..." Howdy, Howdy, Howdy! As I sit here this late winter morning (March 11) writing April’s column, the hillside next to my house is full of wild birds. They’re either searching for insects and worms or enjoying the bird feed I put out for them every day. While observing them this morning I was struck by the fact that you can compare different species to particular Bluegrass musicians.”—JD Rhynes, opening couple of sentences in his April, 2002 Bluegrass Breakdown cooking column entitled JD’s Kitchen
THe Jam Not Missed
Today's column from Bruce Campbell
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Just got back from a trip to North Carolina. It was really for a family reunion, with a side trip to visit an old friend - in other words, NOT a bluegrass pilgrimage. Nonetheless, I brought my guitar, hoping I could squeeze in a jam or open mic somewhere on the trip.
We (my wife and I, plus my daughter and my two granddaughters) had a pretty whirlwind schedule - 6 days total, including travel days. I played a little guitar on the front porch, just to ensure that some North Carolina wind would blow into the wood. But never, during the family reunion, did a chance for a jam emerge. None of the other family members were pickers, and no one at the KOA came up to me and said “Hey California dude, I like your style - let’s jam!”
I did not despair. Bluegrass was NOT the reason for this trip, remember?
After the reunion, we drove back across the state towards Winston-Salem. Preliminary research revealed a lively music scene, including some open mic events and bluegrass