Ok. I can’t sing.
Dude is tired from his big day. But then I ran Jethro out of the kitchen.
He wasn’t as tired and wanted nothing to do with my bullshit.
BTW, For some comparison, here’s a live performance of the song by the Seldom Scene, now as greybeards:
Ok. The old sound engineer in me takes note – all the instruments are mic -ed. Not one has a pickup or transducer.
And, my God they are still good. Just like I remember as a kid when my old man would seek them out and drag me to hear them play.
I love bluegrass.
All you have to do is be able to play and holler in tune. Real music. Can’t fake it.
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