Where Bluegrass Comes From

A road travelled every day soon comes unhitched from the horizon. You can switch roads or you can dance in place.

The fiddle player says: I like to stare out the car window & dream about staying put & growing roots. You can dance in place or you can jam.

The banjo player says: I never learn the tune as a whole, only its parts. I remember the one little thing that’s different & the rest takes care of itself. You just keep jamming until something jells.