The 25th Anniversary Deluxe Edition of Del and the Boys by the Del McCoury Band was released this week, and you can bet I went and bought it as soon as I could get to the record store. On the first listen, I had forgotten how classic this album truly is.
Del McCoury had a great reputation in the bluegrass community before this was originally released in 2001, and the band received some deserved recognition backing up Steve Earle on his The Mountain album, but this is the one that made Del legendary to this day. It helped that to support the release, Del and the band toured with the Down From the Mountain troupe that year.
However, it is the selection of material, as well as the band performing at its best, that makes this a must-own album. I had previously written about the opening track, “1952 Vincent Black Lightning,” as a perfect song (https://luegra.design.blog/2021/04/17/a-perfect-song-1-del-mccoury-band-1952-vincent-black-lightning/). Following that track were 11 songs (on the original release) that made you try to catch your breath when they were finished. “All Aboard” became an audience request number, almost as much as “1952.” “Gone But Not Forgotten” is break-neck speed with a tear-jerker storyline. “The Kings’s Shilling” is a great bluegrass-meets-sea shanty with amazing harmonies. And of course, what DMB album would be complete without an instrumental, and “Goldbricken” shows off Ronnie and Rob McCoury’s talents, as well as fiddler Jason Carter.
This release includes three extra tracks that were not on the original album. I would have bought the disc even if there was no bonus, but this makes it all the more sweeter. I am so glad that Del McCoury, as well as most other bluegrass artists, have not forgotten the hard-copy of music albums such as vinyl and CDs, unlike so many other artists in other formats that are relying on streaming. There is just something about holding an album cover and reading lyrics or liner notes while the music is playing. It helps to excite more of the senses.
I saw Del and the band two weeks ago at the Charlotte Bluegrass Festival, and at 87 years of age, he still has it. “Inspirational” is probably the best word to describe what he does for the continuing popularity of bluegrass music.
If you don’t already have this album, go out and get it! This one set the standard for modern traditional bluegrass, one that both the old-timers and progressives can truly enjoy and appreciate for a long time.
I wasn’t sure if last year’s Charlotte Bluegrass Festival could be topped by having Billy Strings perform, but Wes Pettinger (promoter and organizer) sure did it this year!
The 2026 Charlotte Bluegrass Festival is one for the books. It was amazing all three days, but especially on Friday and Saturday. Let’s cover it some from my perspective:
Vendors – I swore last year that I was not going to eat any of the food sold there, if it meant that I pack a bunch of granola bars in my backpack (which I did). However, dopey me had a craving for french fries one day. For $8.00 I got a Solo cup of fries that must have been cooked in oil old enough to come from King Tut’s tomb! I have NEVER tasted such bad french fries. Never again! I do have to say that the ice cream vendor was decent (you can’t go wrong with ice cream), and I did start to get addicted to the cinnamon roasted almonds. But no fried foods from the vendors ever again!
Friends – along with the usual crew from the Southeast Michigan Bluegrass Music Association, I was able to befriend a few new people. The first was a guy named Stevie (his father named him after Stevie Ray Vaughan). A big, bald loveable man who loves to cook, he was handing out sandwiches to anyone that was interested. As we sat watching bands during Friday and Saturday, he was asking me questions about bluegrass music and the bands/artists that perform. The highlight of the time hanging out with him was on Saturday night, for the 50/50 drawing, he tells me that he should buy some tickets, sonce his dad says he is a good luck charm. Sure enough, the guy won $1,100!. He did join SEMBMA, and plans to attend out annual picnic/pot luck event in August (already telling me the food he’ll bring).
Another new friend is Kaitlyn. She recently moved to Michigan from Wisconsin, and was only able to attend the Saturday evening shows due to work and school. She was dancing with an old guy (not me!) who dances with any gal that will let him, and was actually enjoying herself. We got to talking, and she didn’t have many friends or contacts in Michigan to see other bluegrass events, so I told her to stay in touch with me and I would let her know what’s going on in the area.
David Mayfield Parade – What can I say about this band that I haven’t said already? There is not another band out there (bluegrass or otherwise) that can generate that much energy on stage and geteven the lamest crowd motivated. I absolutely love these guys, they are truly one of the best out there! Unfortunately, they were only playing the festival on Thursday, so hopefully next year they will do two or all three days.
Dan Tyminski – Dan has been promoting his solo stuff for the past few years since he left Alison Krauss & Union Station. While his more recent solo material leans more toward the Americana format, he was smart enough Thursday night to know his audience. Almost all of his set was songs from his first solo project, his time with AKUS or the Lonesome River Band, and a few old bluegrass standards for good measure. He looked a lot thinner than his days with AKUS, so hopefully it is due to dieting and exercise (like myself).
Del McCoury/Larry Sparks/Billy Strings – I’ve lumped them together due to the amazing Friday and Saturday that was created. I swear, Billy must have a GPS tether on his butt, as once the rumor spread that he would be at the festival on Friday, the grounds filled with Billy Goats! Now, even if Billy didn’t show up, both sets by Del and Larry would have been extraordinary, as they are both true entertainers and legends in the bluegrass community. However, Billy’s surprise appearance on both evenings set the festival ablaze to say the least.
The Travelin’ McCourys (the Del McCoury Band without Del, and guitarist Cody Kilby added as a member) did two sets. Sons Rob and Ronnie McCoury have been doing the bluegrass circuit since they were teens, and this configuration allows them to perform material a bit more progressive than what they would be doing with their father. The afternoon set saw Billy come on to perform a few numbers with the band, which by that time there was no breathing room in front of the stage due to the Billy Goats (I can still smell the patchouli and weed two days latern and I am still gagging from it).
Del’s set was incredible to say the least. At 87 years old, he still kicks it out with an amazing tenor voice and puts bluegrassers less than half of his age to shame. Dell did only one set, and when Billy joined him, Billy brought his father on stage to play guitar as well. Those of us who were there last year remember that Billy’s mother died the night that Billy headlined the festival, and Wes would later dedicated this year’s festival to her memory.
Larry Sparks goes beyond legendary. From the time he played with the Stanley Brothers to today, his down-home voice and trademark guitar sound are an absolute treasure. Surprisingly, there were not as many Billy Goats there on Saturday, so when Billy came on stage with Larry to perform the old Stanley Brothers’ song “Lonesome River,” the front of the stage had more of the die-hard traditional bluegrass fans standing. One can definitely see the gratitude in Billy’s eyes and on his face. Like a kid in a candy store, he is totally enjoying and appreciating the fact that he is able to perform on stage with his bluegrass heroes. I was also amazed that the Billy Goats that were there knew a lot about Larry, as they were shouting out requests of his songs.
Of course, I had to bug my buddy Ken all weekend on what was happening by sending him texts and photos. Every year I tell him the dates for the festival months in advance, and every year he misses it. I told him today the next year’s dates (a whole year away), and he says that he is inking it in.
Yes, June 24-26 are already planned for me, even though I don’t have a clue as to what bands are performing. Next year’s festival will also include a Kids Academy set up by SEMBMA for children to learn more about bluegrass and learning to play instruments. At this point, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to assist in that, but I will be at the the main three days. I really do not know how this year can be topped.
I will be heading to the Charlotte Bluegrass Festival in a few weeks, and this time, I plan to do some jamming after the shows. Besides getting a good supply of energy drinks so I can stay up past my normal bedtime, there are a few other things that I am either taking or preparing for.
Before packing, I need to check to make sure the guitar is ready as well. I will most likely be taking the Martin D-28 “Hazel” with me, as my Cirrus acoustic is at the Cirrus Guitar shop getting a modification. At the last jam session there this past Thursday, I asked Mike Franks to install the 1946 penny into the back of the headstock (https://luegra.design.blog/2026/04/19/the-1946-penny/). I haven’t picked it up in a while, so the strings may need changing, and I will want to stretch them out a bit before the jamming weekend.
A few other things that I will be taking along:
An extra set (or two) of strings. It is insurance just in case I do break a string, as well as being neighborly and offering a replacement to someone else that breaks one.
A fake book. Since I have been writing my own material over the past few years, I have slacked off on knowing many of the bluegrass standards by heart. Until the Charlotte weekend comes, I plan to spend every available minute thumbing through my fake books and re-familiarizing myself with them. I blogged about fake books a while back (https://luegra.design.blog/2020/07/17/a-brief-look-at-bluegrass-fake-books/), and while I don’t plan on playing just old bluegrass standards, It is nice to know that I have references.
Tool kit. I am not sure if I mentioned this item before in a previous blog, but I have been finding that if I go to a jam session or even a bluegrass show, I take along one of these. It is a case about the size of a ladies wallet, and consists of tools that one may need in emergency repair situations, such as string winder, string cutter, truss rod hex key, screwdriver, and other maintenance items. You can get one of these for about $20.00 through wish.com or Temu. They are not the most quality tools, but they work in that emergency. I usually throw in additional items in my kit, including the Roadie Rench-like multi-tool (available from D-Addario) and a feeler gauge.
Recording device. It is possible to record with my phone, but I have a pocket digital recorder used by some people to record notes instead of writing them down on a small pad or sticky note. I temporarily lost my good one, so I picked up another one, then found my original buried under some books. These recorders are small, about the size of a large pack of gum, and are very easy to use. The second one I have charges via USB for power, and both have proven to be worth keeping around at all times to record a lyric thought or a guitar riff for later use. I purchased my second one from Temu for less than $15.00, so I recommend snagging one.
Calling cards. You never know who you will be talking to at one of these bluegrass festivals. I hand these out a lot over the weekend, most notably to artists when I am trying to push some of my songs, but also other fans and players for future jamming and correspondence.
This year’s festival looks fantastic as far as a lineup. Along with my favorite band the David Mayfield Parade, the legendary Del McCoury is scheduled to perform, along with the Travelin’ McCourys, Larry Sparks, and the Dan Tyminski Band. Considering the Billy Strings played last year, this festival is proving to be a go-to for national bluegrass acts of A-list stature. I am so looking forward to these three days.
On May 5th, the bluegrass world lost another wonderful traditional voice. Evelyn Cox Hobbs, singer and guitarist for the Cox Family, passed away at the age of 66.
The Cox Family as a band was started by father Willard in the late 1970s. They resided in the Cotton Valley of northwest Louisiana. As kids, Evelyn, along with brother Sidney and sisters Lynn and Suzanne, would learn instruments as well as sing harmonies to gospel music. From performing at local hayrides to appearances on the the Grand Ole Opry. The band won a Grammy in 1994 in the Best Southern, Country or Bluegrass Album category for I Know Who Holds Tomorrow, a collaboration with Alison Krauss.
Probably the biggest boost to the band’s career was an appearance in the movie O Brother, Where Art Thou?, as well as in the documentary of the soundtrack to the movie Down From the Mountain. The band performed two classic songs at the Ryman Auditorium for that film, which showcase the beautiful harmonies that they were known for.
Willard retired from the band shortly after the appearance, but the siblings continued on. Evelyn and Suzanne retired a few years back, and Sidney reformed the band with his daughters to create a second generation of the legacy.
I was fortunate to see the band during the Down From the Mountain tours. Willard had already retired, so Evelyn was the spokesperson for the group. She had kept the laid-back humor that her father always showed on stage. However, it was those precious harmonies that melted my heart. Whenever I need shot of joy, I pull up the performance of “Will There Be Any Stars In My Crown” from the Ryman performance on YouTube. Simply beautiful to hear.
Evelyn, thank you for giving the rest of a voice that could only have been given to you by God to put to good use,, which you did. You are now in Heaven, singing in the Angel Band with your father.
I was recently asked to assist in getting a bluegrass jam started at a bar here in Detroit. Basically a person that I met at a local jam has an uncle that owns a bar, and this person wants to start a regular bluegrass jam at the bar. I checked out the place, and it has pretty much a faux Irish pub look to it, but the outdoor patio is spacious enough for small concerts.
It got me to thinking about my experience with bluegrass jams over the years. While most bluegrassers may be familiar with the night-long jam sessions after performances at festivals, there is occasionally the established jam session organized somewhere during the times when festivals are not happening, like during the winter up here in the north.
These types of jams are hard to predict as far as success. Most local bluegrass associations (like the Southeast Michigan Bluegrass Music Association) attempt to set up or help sponsor jams, usually after a business meeting. SEMBMA used to do that, but it would be disheartening, as the meeting would have five or six people attending, then as the meeting was wrapping up, 20 people would show up with instruments in-hand. Thus, not much got done by the association from its “members,” as they only seemed to join just to have a place to play. SEMBMA has had to cancel many sponsored activities due to lack of membership volunteer help at them. If the only reason to join the association is to plant your butt at a place to play, then why bother?
One association up here in Michigan used to sponsor a monthly jam at a school. About 10 classrooms were open, and the cafeteria had a small stage for sign-up performing. I went a few times, and the folks that ran it were stand-offish to say the least. Each room was taken up by some amateur band that did not want anyone from the outside coming in to jam. The last that I heard, this association has dissolved sometime around COVID.
Jams at places like restaurants and bars are also hard to keep going. One has to remember that the owner of the establishment is hoping to make money at this business. Live music, even with established bands, can be a coin toss as far as profitability. I am sure that every bar owner would love to have a Billy Strings or Del McCoury play at his/her venue once a month to make up for the dead evenings the rest of the time. Open mics and jam sessions are very shaky at bars. The bar owner may try it once or twice, but if he/she is losing money on that night, forget it going past a third time. I have seen way too many times that jammers show up, play for hours, not buying a drink (or worse yet, try to sneak in their own drinks), then up and leave without spending a dollar on food or beer. There is usually no cover charge on these nights, but I have also seen places that charge a few dollars for jam nights, which stalwart jammers thumb their noses to. In the end, bar owners lose money, and jammers are out of another place to play.
One jam night here in suburban Detroit that I have enjoyed hitting is at the Cirrus Guitar shop. Once per month Mike Franks opens up a room for two hours of bluegrass and folk jamming. After which, everyone there gabs about music, instruments, or other topics, while Mike takes any newcomers on a tour of the shop. This is successful because Mike has a deep love for the music, his shop would probably be open anyways, and the people that show up do not take advantage of his gratitude. If I do show up, I usually bring some snacks for afterwards.
Jams take some time for the news to get out. That first one at Cirrus had five people. It has grown some, but there are other factors (only once per month, it is on a weeknight, and not centrally located). However, the main factor I see that would make a regularly scheduled jam session a success would be the cooperation of the jammers themselves. Accept that someone is allowing you to come into his/her facility for a few hours to play with others. See what you can do for that owner. Provide snacks, help clean up afterwards, help set up beforehand, even pass the hat and throw in a buck or two (if no cover charge is being made) to help play the electric bill for that evening. If that is too much to ask, then just stay home and jam with yourself, or have a jam session at your house. See how much time and effort it takes to make a bunch of jammers happy at no cost to them.
Shortly after I bought my Martin D-28 acoustic guitar, I wanted to use it to honor the founders of bluegrass music. While December 8, 1945 is considered the birth of bluegrass music as we know it, since this is when Bill Monroe appeared on the Grand Ole Opry with Lester Flatt, Earl Scruggs, Chubby Wise and Cedric Rainwater, this incarnation of the Blue Grass Boys made its first recording in 1946. That year is considered the “big bang theory” of bluegrass music.
While playing bluegrass music on that Martin was perhaps tribute enough, I just felt that it needed something more. I didn’t want to do anything drastic to the guitar physically, but wanted to give it something unique. A few years ago, while checking some change in my pocket, I came across a 1946 Lincoln Wheat penny. Wheat pennies are not too rare in general, but you don’t see much in circulation.
Knowing how important the year 1946 is to bluegrass music, I thought that this find was a bit of good luck, or even a message from a spirit. Thus, I taped that 1946 penny to the back of the headstock of the Martin. For some reason, playing that guitar felt a little better. I look at it as a good luck charm when playing the guitar.
Now that I have a few quality acoustic guitars, and I like to play each one equally, I figured that I should mount a 1946 penny to each of them. So besides the Martin, my Cirrus and Sevillana acoustic guitars will now have pennies on the headstock back. I am thinking that instead of taping them on, I may route a small cavity in the headstock back, enough to tightly pound in the pennies. Also, these 1946 pennies are not that rare or valuable, worth about $1.00 each. There are some 1946 pennies that have rare markings that are worth in the thousands of dollars, so if I were ever to come across one of those, trust me, I would not be knocking it into the back of a guitar!
At my new job, my official title is Valet. At the dealership that I work, I greet the customers that come in for a scheduled service appointment, take down the vehicle information, hand it off to a service advisor, park the car in the service lot, then when the service is finished, drive the car back to the waiting area for the customer. Nothing special, a lot of running around, but definitely not as stressful as my previous job.
I meet a lot of people there, probably talk to 30-40 customers each day. It mostly is a formal greeting and asking for any additional concerns with their vehicles. One customer a few days ago was no different. We were mutually friendly, then I directed him to the assigned service advisor. As the advisor was finishing with him and providing him with a loaner vehicle for overnight service, my eye caught the personalized license plate of his own vehicle. MANDOLIN.
I thought that was some message from above. I ran out to his car before he left and had to ask if he did actually play the mandolin. It turned out that he did, and was an avid fan of bluegrass. Well, we talked for a few minutes, and I gave him my number of he wanted to talk more or even jam.
When he returned the next day to pick up his car, we had an even longer talk about the music that we enjoy, and I got him interested in a monthly jam session that goes on at the Cirrus Guitar Shop. We talked about mutual artists that we have seen live, and I let him know about the Charlotte Bluegrass festival in June. Hopefully, he gets in touch with me again soon.
In my five years at my previous job, I did not have an experience like that. There were people into playing music, but it was mostly other genres than bluegrass and Americana, so we really only discussed equipment and instruments. I still stay in regular contact with the one former co-worker that I am helping learn lutherie and guitar building. However, seeing the same people every day and knowing what their life is like outside of work becomes stagnant, and with next to no one interested in your interests, the job becomes redundant at best.
I have only been at this new job a little over a month, yet this experience alone has helped me feel a lot more happy that I made the switch. I do feel that this experience was more than a coincidence, but I also feel that one has to be more observant of his/her surroundings. Keep looking as well as listening. Here in the Detroit area, bluegrass music is far from popular with the population, so I have to go that extra mile to find people with mutual interests. Along with wearing bluegrass-related T-shirts whenever I can, I make it known through related conversations of my passion.
I know that this incident is rare, but if it comes along, one has to learn to grab it.
This past week we lost two influential artists in the bluegrass and Americana fields. Ronnie Bowman died from injuries due to a motorcycle accident on March 22, and Chip Taylor passed away from cancer on March 23.
Ronnie Bowman was well known throughout the bluegrass community for his wonderful voice and great songwriting. As with many bluegrass artists, he got his start performing gospel music in church. His first break came with joining the Lost and Found band in 1987. From 1990 to 1002, he was the singer and bass player for the Lonesome River Band, which also included his lifelong friend Dan Tyminski. He would later form Band of Ruhks with Kenny Smith and Don Rigsby.
His solo career included a number of albums, but he was best known in the bluegrass and country music community for his songwriting. He wrote and co-wrote a number of songs for Chris Stapleton, Lee Ann Womack, and Brooks & Dunn as well as many bluegrass artists.
Awards received included IBMA Male Vocalist of the Year for 1995, 1998 and 1999. His album Cold Virginia Night won the IBMA Album of the Year for 1995, as well as the title song winning Song of the Year.
I only talked briefly once at an AmericanaFest back around 2008. He was performing with showcase artist Melonie Cannon, with whom he had co-produced her album and co-written songs. A very humble man, one could tell he enjoyed all aspects of music performance, be it writing or being on stage. His presence in bluegrass will surely be missed.
Chip Taylor should be considered a legend in the music industry if for only two of his many songs that he wrote. It was he that wrote the Troggs’ classic “Wild Thing,” which has become a garage band staple. On the other side of the music spectrum, he penned “Angel of the Morning,” which was a country hit for Juice Newton.
He was born in Yonkers, New York, and was the brother to actor Jon Voight. He wanted to be a professional golfer, but entered the music business instead. After his success with “Wild Thing,” he continued to work freelance as a songwriter. While “Angel in the Morning” was originally written in 1967, it wasn’t until 1981 that it was a hit for Newton.
Other songs of Taylor’s includes “I Can’t Let Go” (the Hollies/Linda Ronstadt), “I Can Make It With You” (Jackie DeShannon), “On My Word “Cliff Richard), “Try Just a Little Bit Harder” (Janie Joplin), and “He Sits at Your Table” (Willie Nelson).
By his own admission, he had a gambling addiction, being unsuccessful as a professional gamble during the 1980s and early 1990s. During a performance at SXSW in 2001, he met fiddler/vocalist Carrie Rodriguez, and the musical partnership led to a number of albums that helped jump-start the Americana music format. He also performed with Canadian fiddler/vocalist Kendel Carson, as well as released a number of solo albums.
In 2009, Ace Records released a compilation CD of Taylor compositions recorded by other artists entitled Wild Thing: The Songs of Chip Taylor.
He began receiving treatment for throat cancer in 2023, but eventually succumbed to it last week. I was fortunate enough to get to meet up with him at an AmericanaFest in the early 2000s. What a wonderful man, totally appreciating the newly generated fan base that he was getting with the Americana format. I have a photo of me with him on one of my old computers that unfortunately, I do not have access to right now. But my memory of talking to him remains with me, and he will be a permanent “cool guy” with me, if only for writing “Wild Thing.”
Back in the early 2000s when I still had satellite radio, it was always tuned in to for or five stations. One of them was Bluegrass Junction (of course). During that time, a band in heavy rotation was the Earl Brothers. Led by banjoist/vocalist Robert Earl Davis, the San Francisco-based bluegrass project had heavy gothic overtones to its sound. Instrumentally, it sounded like early Stanley Brothers, but Davis’ vocals gave it an alt-country grit. While many bluegrass bands at the time were starting to lean toward the progressive side, the Earl Brothers stayed traditional, with minimal solos and doing songs about death, drinking, and the Gospel. Chris Hillman of the Byrds fame (who started out playing mandolin in the bluegrass band the Hillmen) is quoted as saying “The Earl Brothers have got the soul and the songs and the attitude that brought us all into bluegrass music in the first place.”
They put out a few albums from 2004 to 2012, all with that lo-fi bluegrass sound that felt more like jamming on the back porch than in a studio. They had a cult following with the bluegrass and Americana fan base, but did not do much touring after 2013. I figured that Davis had pretty much wrapped up his work and moved on. Every so often, however, there would be a YouTube video of some new single from the band posted. About two weeks ago, Bluegrass Today posted a new video from the band. This one, entitled “Chicken Biscuit,” strays from the minimalist bluegrass and adds some electronic instrumentation. The overall sound still has what Davis calls “hillbilly trance.”
In the early days of the Americana Music Association, I hung out with a female bass player from SF that worked in an earlier project with Davis. She had told me that he was always more into bluegrass than Americana/alt-country, and forming this band was what he intended. I can totally understand, as when I became immersed in bluegrass in the late 1990s, I was getting into the early stuff by Bill Monroe and the Stanley Brothers. My personal favorite bluegrass band is still Reno & Smiley. While I love listening to any bluegrass, be it traditional or progressive, it’s that old-time sound just hits me the right way. That is why the Earl Brothers CDs will always be in the front, and as I go back to learning the banjo, that is the sound that I want to get.
Last week in Nashville for the SPBGMA conference was an adventure to say the least. Arriving Thursday saw sunny skies and 50 degrees. By Sunday, we had an inch of ice everywhere, power outages, and temperatures in the single digits. While it was hilarious that the local officials kept saying on the news that they were fully prepared, they were not, as when I left Tuesday morning, roads were still not plowed and I was on I-65 north not going faster than 40 mph until I was close to Louisville. This photo is of trees down at Vanderbilt University.
But enough about the weather. Let’s get into the conference.
Arriving at the hotel Thursday afternoon, there was already jamming in the lobby, and while the valets and other employees may not be into bluegrass, they are very courteous to all of the participants, whether or not staying at the hotel. While much of the jammers are pretty much amateur hobbyists, it is great to see professional bluegrass artists sit in at jam sessions. Moreover, some of the amateur players can be really impressive, especially the younger crowd. I caught two young gals, Maya Ross and Shay Morgan, dueling their mandolins to “Cherokee Shuffle.”
I was glad to see my favorite young fiddler, Hollace Oakes, not only jamming when available, but she was with a band that was registered in the Band Competition. This young lady is 15 years old, and I predict that by the time she is 21, she will be one of the most watched stars on the bluegrass circuit. She is that good!
One of my favorite bands out now, the Kody Norris Show, spent the weekend not only doing some hosting (Kody MC’d the band competition), but continually talking with fans and joining in on jam sessions. This band KNOWS the meaning of entertainment. They know that it is the fan base that lets them do what they do for a living, and are always providing friendly advice to musicians just starting out.
There were a lot of bluegrass bands performing over the four days. Some of my favorites included Dave Adkins & Mountain Soul, the Stephens Brothers (which is just the husband and wife duo that fronts the band High Fidelity), Edgar Loudermilk Band, Red Camel Collective, the Kody Norris Show, Nothin’ Fancy, Volume Five, Special Consensus, and my favorite bluegrass gospel band, the King James Boys (more on them later). It seems funny that, with the large room dedicated to the performances, it is usually about 1/4 capacity for these performances due to so many non-registrants jamming in the halls. For the price of the four-day admission, it is more than worth it to just sit back and enjoy all of the scheduled bands.
Once again, I got frustrated that they call the one seminar a Songwriter Workshop. Four songwriters up on stage talking about the songs that they wrote is NOT a workshop — it is a showcase! I wish SPBGMA would think about that.
I took my Cirrus guitar with me and had a few people try it out. Among them were Dave Adkins, Kenny Smith, and Kody Norris.
Saturday evening has the Awards Show. I am not a big fan of such shows, as I would pretty much skip the local ones, even if I was nominated for a category. To see a list of winners go to the Bluegrass Today article (https://bluegrasstoday.com/2026-spbgma-national-bluegrass-award-winners/). I did catch a great performance from Carson Peters & Iron Mountain.
What I find most heartwarming is the amount of young people, and I mean YOUNG, playing bluegrass and old-time music. Check out these three youngsters in the hotel lobby.
Sunday morning was when the storm had its biggest impact on the conference. Power went out around 5:00 in the morning, and lasted about eight hours. Of course, bluegrassers were not going to let something like no power get in the way (except for the few complaining that they couldn’t get their morning coffee). Both Daryl Mosley and the King James Boys performed their sets without a PA, and the people in attendance were more than appreciative. The final round of the band competition was also held without amplification, and all of the bands did a great job even with the handicap. The winner this year was Strings of Green. The whole list of bands and their ranking can be found here at Bluegrass Today (https://bluegrasstoday.com/strings-of-green-win-2026-spbgma-international-band-championship/). Honestly, I thought that Hollace Oakes’ band Travis Watts & Mountain Blessings did much better than 4th place, but that is my opinion.
Power came back on just as the conference was closing up. Unfortunately, the conference did not have all great news. Songwriter/banjo player Rick Faris had a banjo come up missing (https://bluegrasstoday.com/rick-faris-banjo-missing-after-spbgma/). As of this writing, it still has not been located. I am hoping that it was just mistakenly grabbed by someone else and will be returned. However, as the conference was closing and attendees were heading home after the storm, there was a large influx of people registering in the hotel that still did not have power. Bluegrass people are usually trustworthy around other people’s instruments. However, if there is an unknown crowd present, there is a better chance of something going wrong. Aside from the dogs leaving “calling cards” in the lobby and entrance, and tons of kids running around until all hours of the night, there were people walking around the hallways scoping things out. I truly hope that Rick gets his banjo back and there is a happy ending to this.
I got back home in one piece on Tuesday (I stayed an extra day, hoping to do some networking, but the roads in Nashville said NO). Despite the weather, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I plan to go next year, even though I wish they would move the conference to November or March.
Next week’s blog will cover Catherine O’Hara and my visit to a local antique radio swap meet.
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