Chris Jones is a busy guy. On top of his regular gig at Sirius XM and his weekly column at Bluegrass Today, he keeps himself busy writing songs, and recording and touring with his band, the Night Drivers. Sometimes he
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We don’t talk between songs on our CD
Something that you or your band must eventually face (besides a non-existent retirement plan), is that at some point, usually no more than three or four songs into a show, you will have to say something to your audience. With the
That’s Nothing… Listen To This!
Somewhere deep in my file of road stories, I have an unpleasant recollection of spreading out a sleeping bag on the ground behind a truckstop in the former Yugoslavia (because there was no room at the inn), surrounded by empty
First photos from Red, White & Bluegrass 2013
Here's a look at the first two days of Red, White & Bluegrass from Bill Warren. More to come as the festival continues through this week.
Lonely Comes Easy from Chris Jones
The next recording from Chris Jones & the Night Drivers, Lonely Comes Easy, has been scheduled for an August 27 release on Rebel. It's the third project from this edition of the band. Ned Luberecki is on banjo, Jon Weisberger on bass, and
Bluegrass conspiracies pop up again
Greetings from the road. My family and I are en route from Alberta to Nashville before we head to Morganton, NC. For that reason, we're pulling one out of the archives about bluegrass conspiracy theories. Bear in mind that this
And who shall wear the robe and crown?
People have lately been asking me to explain the hierarchy of bluegrass music (and by “people,” I mean my cousin Jimmy). Other than knowing that Bill Monroe is “The Father of Bluegrass,” I had to admit that I hadn’t given
Lions, tigers, and… bluegrass impersonators!
Recently we discussed bluegrass urban legends, but it has since come to my attention that we have a lot bigger things to worry about, and no, I’m not talking about the worrisome deflation of banjo strap prices due to cheap
Rural rumors and campground legends
We’ve all been the recipient of urban legends or scams at one time, forwarded to us by email. In one of my early posts here, I passed along one in which an African prince had a Lloyd Loar and a
Re-imagining murder ballads in the age of social media
Last week we attempted to blame bluegrass music’s violent side on one man: Little Willie, the Scapegoat, we’ll call him. It works as a theory too, because without all the girlfriendicide (the technical term) committed by Willie, bluegrass songs would