Last Monday, I took the RV up to Mt Airy, NC to attend the
38th Annual Bluegrass & Old Time Fiddlers Convention.
While the official competition events don't start until Friday, the real die-hard musicians (like me) get there earlier in the week to get in as much picking as they can. While Susan enjoys listening to the music, she doesn't care to hear it all day long and into the wee hours of the morning so she stayed home and enjoyed the peace and quiet. I, on the other hand, spent every day out seeing friends old and new and
playing old-time and bluegrass music on my fiddle, banjo and bass until the wee hours. What a hoot! I was even invited to play bass in a bluegrass band ("
Pammy and the Bluegrass Boys") for the Friday and Saturday night competitions. We played well but didn't win anything. Maybe next year. . . I drove home on Sunday totally exhausted but with lots of great memories.
Last Monday, I took the RV up to Mt Airy, NC to attend the 38th Annual Bluegrass & Old Time Fiddlers Convention. While the official competition events don't start until Friday, the real die-hard musicians (like me) get there earlier in the week to get in as much picking as they can. While Susan enjoys listening to the music, she doesn't care to hear it all day long and into the wee hours of the morning so she stayed home and enjoyed the peace and quiet. I, on the other hand, spent every day out seeing friends old and new and 
playing old-time and bluegrass music on my fiddle, banjo and bass until the wee hours. What a hoot! I was even invited to play bass in a bluegrass band ("Pammy and the Bluegrass Boys") for the Friday and Saturday night competitions. We played well but didn't win anything. Maybe next year. . . I drove home on Sunday totally exhausted but with lots of great memories.
