Sitting around on a Friday, Rollin' in my Sweet Baby's Arms

Only because you can never have too much of a good thing. . .




























Well, you get the idea.

A night out with the Stringdusters

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:

Missin' Some Pickin'

I just realized Wintergrass is this weekend. I ought to be sitting there tonight, enjoying some sweet bluegrass. But no. . .they had to leave Tacoma and move to Bellevue (since when have yuppies liked bluegrass?). So instead I'll be sitting at home watching Bollywood movies with Karina's friends.

But. . .I noticed the Infamous Stringdusters have a new album coming out in April. And I noticed you can listen to three tracks off of that new album here. And I noticed they're playing in Kenmore this summer. And it's a free show.

Okay. I can be happy about that.