My obsession with bluegrass has reached that level of no return. It's like when food doesn't taste right until I've listened to a good run on the fiddle. Or like when showers don't make me feel clean unless I'm scrubbing' to the pick of a banjo.
I used to belong to a bluegrass band in high school, but I feel like a fiddlin/pickin orphan nowadays. It's like my southern twang has no home up here in a town full of people that couldn't differentiate "Blue Moon" from the "Orange Blossom Special."
Bluegrass Festival Finder is my homepage on Safari.
Man oh man have I been bitten by the bug bad or what?
It's like when I'm flying and forgot my sectional, no VOR head, and don't have a Garmin... how you gonna fly?
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