The Million Dollar Quartet. It was December 4, 1956 at Sun records in Memphis, Tennessee. Carl Perkins was actually the star that day, recording after writing Blue Suede Shoes. Johnny Cash had already been recording with the Tennessee Two, and Jerry Lee Lewis was still the piano player, filling in,

The Bristol Sessions were recorded in 1927 on the Tennessee-Virginia line, and they're often called the gateway to Americana. My takeaway from these sessions is oral tradition being recorded and shared. Stories passed down into songs and traditions through families, front porches, and memory. W

I fell into the music lane by accident. I made a reference to it the post before this. Nowadays, I am primarily playing my autoharp and providing commentary on the “Americana Genre.“ I don’t mind it at all. I enjoy it and just between you and me. I like the interactions it’s given me so far. Am I s

It wasn’t long after I mentioned the “winter roses“, and announced my intent to capture them on canvas before Harry Styles announced his upcoming album. A long time ago, I found myself inspired by the album art for “G.I. blues” by Elvis. The music is great, but for me, the real winner was the al

This picture was taken while I was flying over the Northern Atlantic. About four years back I lived in Cambridge, England for around three years. I miss it sometimes. I lived along “the river walk“ and had a beautiful apartment. Experiencing a location where walking is the primary mode of transport

So earlier today, I decided it was time to pull out my “Essex green“ paint. I had to wrestle with the bottle to get it open. I had a plan. I was going to open the bottle and then I was going to use a pallet knife to funnel some of the paint into a smaller container. I did that. The palette knife

When people talk about grief, they often say they “lost” somebody. I don’t like that. Not one bit. No one “lost“ a person. If they did, that is a job for a mortician, and perhaps a detective (morbid humor). The person died. Their heart stopped beating. They stopped existing on this timeline. They e

I'm brand new to this app. I'm an artist - wait I'll stop right there. What I really am is a "creative type." | paint on canvas. I write pen to paper. I write keyboard to iPad. I play the autoharp, the harmonica, and the piano; l'm a musician. I am a photographer. I am a fil

Although filmed in early November, the antique jewelry partnering with the burgundy sweater remembered the first of the frosty nights in southern Appalachia far better than I ever could. For the first time in 2025 the fog and the mist of the Blue Ridge rose and engulfed the mountains like a blanket