You know what?
There's nothing quite like real people plucking real strings that vibrate in the air. Nothing electronic (other than some amplification so's everybody can hear), nothing synthesized. Real harmonies without autotune.
And there's nothing like a concert on a grass lawn, under the open blue sky and the bright summer sun, and some nice, cold watermelon to keep you cool.
And there's nothing like the community that develops at a bluegrass show. Families, young and old. People dancing, clapping, singing along. Friendly people sharing food. Band members who mingle with the audience, sell their own CDs, sign autographs and pose for pictures. It's all so. . .nice.
Here's a taste of what you all missed last night. . .
And here's me, with the band: