Preserving The Tradition of Bluegrass Into The Future

Some festivals pass through your life, and others stay with you. The High Sierra Music Festival earned that kind of loyalty over more than three decades, drawing people back each July for something that feels both familiar and new. It stands as a place where music, community, and discovery come together in a way that keeps people returning. This year, that experience moves to a new setting. The festival relocates from Quincy to the Nevada County Fairgrounds in Grass Valley, a

3:00 a.m., the spooky hour here on the Wee Farm. Why do my eyes fly open consistently at this time of a morning? If I fell asleep at 2:45 a.m. I would still come out of a dream around 3:00 a.m. …sigh. I cain’t have nuthin’ nice. Now granted, most times I lie there and argue with my sleepy self, insisting I fall back to sleep but it’s usually a battle. I always wake up the next morning patting myself on the back for winning the war. But this morning, yep, here I sit in the sil

“SOMETHING BORROWED, SOMETHING BLUEGRASS” Choosing Tunes for Wedding Playlists As spring turns into summer, weddings in city churches, country chapels, and the great outdoors are echoing with tunes familiar to Bluegrass brides and grooms. “If a June night could talk,” said English writer Bernard Williams,

Don’t tell Rebekah Speer she can’t do something. She will, no doubt, prove you wrong. In the eight years that I have known her, I haven’t seen much that Rebekah can’t do, and what she does, she pours her heart and soul into. Early Years Maybe it was growing up on a family farm in Lincolnton, Georgia, where she did hands-on work like tending to cattle, logging, carpentry, brick masonry, and even septic services, that Rebekah became a real jane-of-all-trades. Childhood was dif