31 May 2010
17 May 2010
Today I found myself in Greensboro, NC doing some work shadowing on inspections. After standing in the rain for a while, staring at gas pumps, and actually enjoying it, I discovered that this little Mom and Pop store I was at was actually pretty cool. After talking to the owners for an hour, I basically learned their whole life history completely unsolicited. Growing up in rural SC, I definitely felt a connection with them. Somehow the topic turned to bluegrass. I'm never one to turn down a discussion about that. And lo and behold, they have bluegrass pickin' sessions on Monday nights in the cool barn out back that was built for such occasions.
You can probably guess where this story is going.
So, of course I head back over there after work to see what it was all about. And it was awesome. I could live in that barn. And bluegrass could be the soundtrack of my life. There were about 12 folks ranging from 20 to 80 in years and every pickin' instrument you could imagine. Even down to a cigarbox license plate 3-string dobbro. There were traditional songs, old hymns, standards, a few contemporary ones; you name it! And grandmas dancing! I can't make this stuff up if I tried. They were happy to see us return and even announced us to the crowd as "those boys from Atlanta". Famous! Even got a free shirt!
Definitely worth the Monday night if you are ever in central NC. Little Cedar is the name. Tell 'em I sent you.