Bluegrass music works any time of the year.
But for me, the best time of the year for bluegrass — especially the hippie-grass I love so much — is right now. The air is cool and maybe a little misty, like we’re in a mountain town at dusk. The smells are distinctive: old, dry leaves, some wood smoke from a fire off in the distance.
And you can hear the musicians tuning up as you walk towards the old bar for the evening.
It looks, sounds and feels a little like this:
It also sounds like this:
The definite for me is Thursday night at the Rex Theater, for the Infamous Stringdusters — those are the guys in the clip above. Possibilities include Yonder Mountain String Band, on Sunday at Mr. Small’s (this one depends on how I’m feeling after we get back from a night football game in Columbus the day before) and Cabinet and the Jeff Austin Band back at the Rex next Friday.
It’s going to be good for my soul. If you feel like joining me, it’ll be good for yours too.