So yesterday the new Dulcimer Players News arrived. I opened up the envelope and began flipping through the magazine, and almost fell off...

If you're not sure what a "Nudie suit" is in the context of country music, you might want to read here before you start reading this...

In my last post, I wrote about "The Quiet Joys of Brotherhood". I heard it for the very first time earlier this week. Bob Force had...

The first time I visited the Schnaufer archive at Vanderbilt University was several years before I ever had an inkling I would plunge...

Emmylou Harris and David Schnaufer perform Hank Williams's "May You Never Be Alone".

I know how this is going to sound. I just want you to know that I swear it happened. I was in the middle of some serious burnout. So,...

As previously described here, David's song "Brush Arbor" was one of those "signs" that kept popping up during the research for Pluck that...

A story behind the song: During work on Pluck--especially with respect to the years between 1953 and 2006--I would glimpse here and there...

I mentioned earlier that there have been all kinds of events related to this project that I call "good-spooky" kinds of stuff. I usually...

I've already began writing about some early influences on David's development as a musician starting with Jean Ritchie. Another early...

My sister Cindy texted me this photo (below) with the message: "I'm all choked up---this came in the mail yesterday but I just got it."...

So, I mentioned Richard Fariña in an earlier post without considering that some readers who might visit this Blog might also not know who...

This is the view directly across my desk. The painting of David is by a good friend of his who is a multi-media artist, singer-songwriter...

One of the things David and many of his friends throughout his life had in common was a love of nature. David spent much time on the...

Both in David's life as well as during the writing of this project, occasional events took place that were interesting in a "good-spooky"...

The first time I heard the name “David Schnaufer” was in Chicago in 2007. It barely registered in my mind. My husband is the serious...