From Steep Canyon Rangers to Samara Joy

Six members of a bluegrass band on a stage lit with blue lights playing their instruments.

I'm not quite sure how we managed to do this, but we crammed not one but two life-giving experiences of live music into our packed schedules in the last seven days. While the ticket prices may have made us poorer in the short run, the head-clearing, hand-clapping, jaw-dropping wonder that swelled our hearts definitely made … Continue reading From Steep Canyon Rangers to Samara Joy →

Songs embedded in my earliest memories

I was listening to a special episode of the podcast “Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend” during my Saturday walk a couple of weeks ago. The guest was 77-year-old Canadian-American singer-songwriter Neil Young. I almost skipped it, but I’ve learned that anytime a podcast lands in my feed that I don’t think I’ll care much about, … Continue reading Songs embedded in my earliest memories →