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Strings, wood, tension and connections

When I first held a violin in my hands, I was amazed by the shiny wood. How the strings connected to the tailpiece and the pegs running across the bridge and the fingerboard with a tension creating a vibration when plucked or bowed to create a sound. When I opened the back of my piano, […]

David Davis, a bluegrass mandolin stilled

The rained poured down on the fairgrounds at the Cedartown Georgia fairgrounds. It was the site of a new bluegrass festival including many talented acts. I was there with my youth group, the Peachtree Pickers. We were dodging mud puddles from the rain that had already come in to get to the stage. When another […]

Take down the fiddle and bow

I was sitting on the linoleum floor looking up at the fiddlers as they sat around in the den of the Everett’s house playing tune after tune. Musicians flow in and out and spectating listeners line the seats around the walls. I was pre-teen and trying to pick up licks they were doing as I […]

Actor/entertainer Randall Franks releases new single as tribute to Andy Griffith

Appalachian humorist Randall Franks and Crimson Records are pleased to announce the release of a new comedy performance from the award-winning performer: “What It Was, Was Football.“ Support Our Efforts – Download Recording Please: Itunes: https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-americans-creed/1743671704 Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D2WGJ1Y5/ Radio programmers via AirPlay Direct https://airplaydirect.com/music/RandallFranksTheAmericansCreed/ What It Was, Was Football (5:45) Songwriter: Andy Griffith Publisher and PRO: […]

A harvest of hope to sustain us

As the men folks worked endless hours to bring the harvest home, the women folk prepared the fires and the iron kettles for cooking in preparation for canning what was brought in on the wagons from the fields. While much of what was gathered was taken to town to sale, enough was stowed by for […]

Where are we headed?

I sat in the back of the blue 1964 Chevy Malibu with my legs dangling of the blue seats with my feet moving to the beat of the Buck Owens coming across the AM radio. My father Floyd was driving and my mother Pearl in the passenger seat. The back seat was my domain, the only thing […]

Remembering The Nelons

Our life’s story is sometimes made up of brief encounters with others that have a tremendous impact on the momentum of our existence. These encounters could be seeing someone on a television program that leaves a lasting impression. We might be driving down the road with the radio on when a song blares through the […]

Where are our Davids?

I looked in the mirror seeing the passage of time in the lines around my eyes. The lines created by years of smiling and squinting in the sun. After shaving, I washed my face realizing that it sure would be nice to be able to pull the skin of my neck tighter again. Alas, these […]