DelFest 8  - Festival Experience Archive - Sunday

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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Sunday

DelFest 8

Festival Experience Archive

for The Lot Scene by Parker

Sunday

Sunday.  The back stretch.  The last leg.  The Final Countdown.  Sleepy morning.  Sunshiny day.  Perfection.

The day for gospel sets and river floats and tying a huge party-shaped ribbon around the last day of one of the “bestest festests” on our planet.  The energy was ebullient and bubbly that day, the weather had been getting all the more perfect all weekend culminating in a day just ripe for music, merriment, and more, more, more blessed bluegrass all up in our business!  This was a huge day of music…I suppose I had better get to telling you about it.

Grand Ole’ Ditch

Nothing like Cumberland’s own to get things going on a Sunday, right?  I was really excited to see these fellas tear up the Potomac Stage once again, and with good reason.  The lads kicked things off with a rather fine “Graham Central Station” instrumental which was the perfect way to get things going on such a lovely Sunday.  Then it was time for a little string song with “Blue Light” — “I’m going down to that blue light, where the music plays all night”.  Love it.  Maybe they should consider getting blue lights to mark out the Late Night shows at DelFest?  And who doesn’t love a birthday?  Well nine-year-old Meg in the crowd received a special dedication of “Allegany Sun” (written by Matt Hamilton of Virginia) for just such an occasion.  And she was a lucky lady given how great it was.  Definitely one of my favorite songs of the set.  Then things got a little rock’n’rolly with “Roll with the Punches” followed by the mysterious and minor-run-laden “Dark Rider”.  Further on down the set was a sweet and lively guitar tune named for one of the instruments in the band, “79-28”.  One doesn’t often get a tune inspired by and named for an instrument played on that very instrument, to be sure.  Fiddlin’ Ray stepped up to the fore to saw out a hot fiddle tune named “Dragon’s Breath” for us next and it was superb.  Great interplay between the other instruments and the fiddle.  It was starting to feel more like “DeadFest” than DelFest given all the amazing Dead covers we’d been getting thus far.  And Grand Ole’ Ditch wasn’t going to disappoint, instead giving us a fantastic and mellow “Candyman”.  To the utter delight of those assembled, of course.  What a weekend for the Dead and bluegrass!  (And it wasn’t done yet, but more on that later.)  The boys continued later with a slow, swung “Baby Jane” followed by a hopping “Cabins in the Laurel”.  Time for some dancing anyone?  With this band, you’re pretty much assured to be on your feet and romping around — and you’ll be in great company.  And this “Cabins” had us all moving merrily about.  Keeping that energy high, the Ditch boys finished up with a simmering “Foolish Pride”.  Wowsers, what a set!  So glad to have caught these fellas this year at DelFest.  Very much looking forward to seeing them again soon!  Colorado tour, mayhaps?

Hot Rize

Due to some interview scheduling concerns I missed the first part of Hot Rize’s set, more’s the pity.  However, I will talk about what I did see since it is Hot Rize and since they are incredible.  You know.  As I walked up to the Main Stage, the four gents based in Colorado were singing their gospel song, “The Way”, from their new album which features some of that pitch-perfect four-part harmony for which this band is renowned.  That is one of the most rewarding aspects of this genre, in my opinion:  the widespread occurrence of really good solo and harmony singing.  Simply put, bluegrass music has a wealth of great voices that know how to be used properly.  And it shows.  And we are thankful.  So thankful…especially for bands like Hot Rize.  Taking a crowd request, Tim O’Brien stepped up to sing “99 Years” next and they, of course, nailed it.  Point of interest:  Pete’s banjo didn’t show for the festival so Pappy of Cabinet lent Pete his own banjo to play.  Pretty nice, right?  And Pete most assuredly did Pappy’s instrument proud.  I love those little ins-and-outs stories from fests like this one.  One of my very favorite Hot Rize songs was up next, “Blue is Fallin’”, a brutally honest testimonial (not sure if it is Tim’s or not) about what I surmise is either clinical depression or bipolar depression.  From my own understanding of these diseases, this song hits the nail right on the head.  Either way, it is an emotional, intense song and I just love it and am so glad they played it.  At the end of the set, Del and Ronnie were invited out to sing a Bill Monroe ditty with the boys which was pretty much traditional bluegrass heaven for all of us.  Sad that I missed so much of the show but ecstatic that I got to see any at all, it was time to get ready for more music with Lake Street Dive.

Lake Street Dive

Admittedly, this was my first time seeing this band, although I had heard a lot of hype from a great many friends.  I was looking forward to seeing if they hype held up (not that I doubted it would).  It did.  Certainly the most rock sound of the bands at the fest this year and with unique instrumentation, this group centers around the incredible vocal talent and skill of their front lady, Rachael Price.  The showmanship was akin to some of the bluegrass groups in attendance, though, with different members moving around the stage to join others or to gather in close ensembles.  While I don’t know much of their original music (a situation I tend to fix), some of the recognizable covers were quite enjoyable.  Annie Lennox’s “Walking on Broken Glass” was one of these.  A lighter version of the song with some nice trumpet, Rachael also nailed down the iconic vocals in fine fashion.  Later it was Van Halen’s “Jump” and, even though we lacked the guitar solos we crave from the original, I’d have to say her version beat out David Lee Roth’s.  An unexpected cover to be sure.  Their final song was one of theirs, “You Go Down Smooth”, and it was off-the-chain good.  Between the great ensemble sound of the instrumentalists to Miss Price’s trademark voice, it was a fine ending to a standout set at DelFest 8.  Again, I have to say how much I am looking forward to following yet another band.

Leftover Salmon

Salmon was meant for this festival, no doubts there.  Spanning myriad genres but still able to throw down some mean bluegrass, the boys from Leftover came out swinging on the Main Stage with Hartford’s “Up on the Hill Where They Do they Boogie” (a favorite of mine and of, well, just about everyone out there).  Helluva good way to start things out for us!  Drew on vocals for “Down in the Hollow” came next and it was just fast pickin’ epitomized.  Hot damn is this band good!  Listening to my voice notes again was just giving me chills.  Oh, and can Bill Payne play those keys or what?  Damn, sir!  Great musical addition to the band to be very sure.  “Sometimes a River” followed and then Del joined the fellas (to a round of “Del! Del! Del!” chants) for one fantastic “Midnight Blues”.  Nothing whatsoever like having our good ol’ Pappy Del lend that signature voice of his to an old favorite.  Bill Payne’s song “Way Down Under” featured a particularly wonderful Andy Thorn solo on banjo, Payne’s piano a perfect backdrop.  Later in the set the lighthearted “Liza” lit up the stages and our hearts alike.  Any chance to see Vince being silly, being amazing, being Vince…well, that, my friends is a mitzvah.  “…I’d swim a hot tub, I’d climb a tree.”  Love it.  Just as much as I love my native Colorado, subject of the subsequent “High Country”.  I mean, who doesn’t want to be in the high country all day?  We all did there in Cumberland at that moment, I can assure you.  A truly special moment was in store when Tim O’Brien (Hot Rize) joined Salmon for a badass rendition of Bob Dylan’s “Man Gave Names to All the Animals”, nine-and-a-half minutes of musical weirdness and genius and enjoyment all rolled into one.  And it was top notch I tell you.  Top notch!  Tim stayed up there, thankfully, for a galloping funhouse of “Let’s Give a Party” which dumped massive amounts of ants in our pants and hurried us along towards the end of the set with a hot and lengthy 12:21 “Aquatic Hitchhiker”.  “Rag Mama Rag” was the closer of this lovely Leftover show and the boys certainly brought it to the end.  Del yeah for Sunday sets like this one!!  Del yeah for Leftover Salmon!!

The Del McCoury Band

Well, here it was, the keystone of the musical weekend:  Del and the boys’ Sunday Main Stage hootenanny, a set the grand majority had been anticipating the entirety of the festival.  The weather was delightful as the evening descended upon us, the slowly blanketing darkness punctuated by solitary stars poking through, one lazily after another.  A prime setting for a little bluegrass music, Del McCoury style. “Loneliness and Desperation” started things off on a bluer foot than one might expect, however, little things like Jason Carter’s stellar fiddling or Del’s emblematic voice brought all our spirits far above the lyrics.  Slowing things down a bit next with “Count Me Out” the band exhibited some of those perfect harmonies for which they are so well known, always a treat and one of the better aspects of bluegrass music, in my opinion.  They wasted no time ramping things back up again to a wicked clip with “Bluegrass Breakdown”, the first bluegrass instrumental ever, written by Bill Monroe who had Scruggs pick it out for him.  And, man, did Del and his fine fellows break it down!  I imagine they took it at a slightly faster pace than did Scruggs, however, I haven’t done my research to find a recording so the jury will have to be out on that for awhile longer.  How many times will I mention the musical ability of these men?  How many times could possibly be too many?  If you even remotely like good music, hell, even if you hate good music for some reason, I believe that you would be wholly blown away by watching these gents practice their art together.  Ronnie stepped up to the mic for the loving, mournful “Body and Soul” and from the first notes he sang, the crowd erupted with appreciation, loving what they heard.  And how couldn’t they?  The man has one hell of a bluegrass voice.  Simply said.  Then it was time for some branding-iron hot banjo pickin’ from Rob during an instrumental he led followed by “This Kind of Life” and then a fiddle tune headed up by none other than Mr. Jason Carter.  Talk about a deluge of delicious string band delights!!  After that it was the song that helped win Del his Grammy, “The Streets of Baltimore” — Del sounded tremendous on the vocals and the fellas backed him with style.  Later in the set was the ballad of a wicked man, “Eli Renfro” — “can’t you hear, can’t you hear?”  The crowd surely heard a great version of this one.  “Mountain Song” had a few forgotten lyrics, but who cares?  As Del said, they make “good fill break[s]” — who am I to argue with him?  Woody Guthrie’s “The New York Trains” came after, a song Guthrie wrote on his very first day in New York City about his impressions of life there, et al.  As usual, a Del Band show is as educational as it is entertaining and inspiring and happy-making.  Time for a love song at last:  “You Took Me In Out of The Rain”, a duet for Del and Ronnie that had the audience clapping along from the start.  Always nice to hear a song about love that goes right in this genre, right?  True to form later in the set was the gospel corner with “Get Down on Your Knees and Pray” featuring some fantastic vocals and harmonies from the entire band.  Truly great stuff…love when they go gospel.  This was followed by a furious, frenetic, freakishly fast “White House Blues” — just when you think you’ve seen these guys play at their fastest yet, they go and do something like this.  Not an errant note in the bunch and I must have clocked them at a billion notes a minute.  Give or take.  Lots and lots and, seriously, lots of them that’s for sure.  And just as fast as it had begun it was over and time for Roosevelt Collier to join in on pedal steel and Evan McCoury on guitar (whom Del said he rarely brings on stage since he such a good guitar player) for Shawn Camp’s (Earls of Leicester) “My Love Will Not Change”.  The additions of Collier and the younger McCoury were, in a word, wonderful.  Such a wall of sweet, sweet sound rolling down from the stage.  A very nice way to end an extremely nice show.  But, wait…there’s more!  An encore, you say?  How about a little “Smoking Gun”?  Just like that coffee of yore:  good to the last drop.  Just like this show, just like this show.  Thanks for another magnificent one, Mr. McCoury, and many thanks to your marvelous band!  And thanks for another stupendous DelFest!

Late Night - The Jeff Austin Band - The Travelin’ McCourys

Here it was, the last of the late nights and what a freakin’ line-up.  After the J.A.B. explosion on the Main Stage we were all poised and ready for some more of that same magic here after midnight.  And we let it all hang out dancing to Jeff and his merry musickers as they gave us frenetic, funky fast pickin’, Austin-style.  A mellowish “Screen Door” kicked things off with a long, dreamy, entrancing jam at the end which eventually led into “Shake Me Up” for a combined total of almost a half hour’s worth of music.  Super, my friends. Just super.  Jeff reminded us all that the fest wasn’t over yet as he led into “Simple Truth”.  Of course, he also reminded us about work the next week.  Thanks a bunch, Jeff.   But, really, thanks a bunch for such good music all weekend.  The second-to-last song of the set was a speedy, rifle’s bullet of a “Sideshow Blues” complete with a DelFest-related soliloquy from Jeff about how we should all form a community that lives on the Allegany grounds all year long.  Sounds like a good idea to me!  The closer for J.A.B. was a lengthy and lovely “King Ebenezer” weighing in at 27:07.  A milder-than-expected but still incredibly good late night set from Jeff and company.  Absolutely put us all in the mood for some Travelin’ McCourys ready take the stage next.  Now was the time for some severely lightning-fast pickin’ to end this festival for good and for right!  The boys fired up the sizzling griddle of grass music with a quickly played quick “Quicksburg Rendezvous”, although I hardly remember anything about it since I was dancing so much.  This gave way to Ronnie on vocals for the despairing “Deeper Shade of Blue”.  It was straight bluegrass bullet train through Jason Carter singing “I’m Southbound” (which contained a stellar set of solos from Ronnie, Rob, Jason, and Cody) and “Old Train” and then slowing things up for “Delia’s Gone”.  A fast and fun “Foggy Mountain Breakdown” came and kicked the fog from anyone’s brain at that wee hour in the morning and we were all glad for it.  Later on in the set we got one of my favorite songs by this crew:  “Messed Up Just Right”.  What can I say?  I like songs with clever lyrics.  Oh, and songs that are really good and also sung by Alan Bartram.  But hey, I can be particular sometimes.  Like how this song was particularly good that late night.  And then, hey, they threw down “Cumberland Blues” once more because someone had asked them to.  And, truth be told, it was better this time around.  More polished.  And that would make sense.  Hell, I was just glad to be getting it again.  For the last four songs of the night the McCourys had Roosevelt Collier sit in to provide some of that crazy steel slide action of his.  The first song of this collaboration was “One Way Rider” followed by a 10:56 “Loser” — Grateful Dead at DelFest 8 until the bitter end!!  Again, “Loser” was improved over the night before and I was very, very grateful to be getting it, believe-you-me. Their final song and the final song of DelFest 8 was an old Lee Boys number with Roosevelt providing some amazing train sound effects on his slide.  Over fifteen minutes later and we were all still wondering what the heck just happened to us, both that set and that night and that weekend altogether.  Well, I know what happened for me:  the best DelFest yet.  Now, granted, I have only been to two, but this one was so damn wonderful that it guaranteed my place at next year’s DF (as if that were really necessary).  Just great for me to be able to relate such good information and good news to you guys again this year.  Already looking forward to doing the same next year!  Thanks for reading everyone…hope you enjoyed!  

Del yeah!!!



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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Saturday

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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Saturday

DelFest 8

Festival Experience Archive

for The Lot Scene by Parker

Saturday

So, when you reach the DelFest halfway point of Saturday morning, when you emerge from your shelter-of-choice and look up at the green mountains and gray bluffs and the warm, friendly sun set in the bluest of blue skies, when you find yourself at that very moment, you know you are onto something good.  Damn good.  Like all the damn good music you’ve already heard.  Like all the damn good music you’re still yet to hear.  Like all the damn good fun you’ve had and are having and will continue to have! Del yeah!  You see?  It’s all about the gratitude list and how you choose to access it…is DelFest on your gratitude list?  It should be.

Dre and the DelFest Collective

For the first music of the day, we headed over to the Music Hall to check out Dre and the DelFest Collective.  This rotating band comprised of DelFest’s Who’s Who is headed up by Dre, a lovely lady with a lovely voice and a fine manner of bringing out the best in an ensemble of friends.  For this show?  Friends like, oh, Jason Carter and Sierra Hull, for instance.  And Ronnie and Rob McCoury.  And many others.  Some particularly jazzy and funky numbers allowed Sierra to showcase some excellent skills on the octave mandolin (an Irish bouzouki player myself, I was happy to see one of the “big mandos” up there) and Jason to do his usual, simply stunning thing on the fiddle.  I certainly found myself a quick new fan of Dre and her accomplices.  And what a nice person, to boot!  Very much looking forward to seeing them again next year, or even touring?  Ahem!  Dre? 

Del and Dawg

The grand old men of bluegrass music.  Two venerated veterans of strings and all things grassy and blue when it comes to music and life, this show is one not to be missed.  One should endeavor to never pass up a chance to see either of these gents and together, what a presence.  These monumental gentlemen chose to open with “Have a Feast Here Tonight” (or “Rabbit in the Log”), a crowd pleaser from the first licks Grisman laid down.  There is certainly something to be said for the caliber of their harmonies, Del’s tenor over the top of Dawg’s baritone:  two men who have been singing, and singing together, for a long time.  Fifty-two years they’ve known each other if memory serves me correctly.  And it shows all over their musical interaction.  The sad and sorrowful “Shackles and Chains” followed, allowing for a bit of crooning from the two fellows on stage. A sprightly little Grisman mandolin tune led us to “A Man of Constant Sorrow” which, thanks to a certain unnamed movie, will always be a pleaser of the crowds.  And why not?  Especially when Del and Dawg do it up so right!  And then Grisman on vocals for a bit of humor with “I’m My Own Grandpa” — I’ve loved that song since a child.  Always makes me smile and laugh…and Grisman did a great job of making it happen again.  The remainder of the set finished very strongly with some Gospel influence and more grass — a lovely time.  Perfect preparation for a little Jeff Austin Band to come…

Jeff Austin Band

 What intro does this Jeffgrass powerhouse recently unleashed upon all of us really need?  None, really.  Because early into the set “15 Steps” was melting faces, including that of Jeff Austin, apparently.  I enjoy that I keep seeing this band wherever I go:  each time they are that much tighter, that much more polished.  I shudder to think how incredible this band will be in five years’ time.  Snagging another selection from his recent album, the light and playful “Fiddling Around” was next.  Definitely dig that song quite a bit and J.A.B. did it quite a justice live that day.  Jeff dedicated this next song to the McCoury Family and all the rest of us there gathered:  “The Promised Land”.  It was a sweet and heartfelt dedication from a man who was visibly grateful to be at DelFest doing his thing for us with his new band of music mercenaries.  And they took that gratitude and spun it around, got loose and funky, and turned it into one hell of a “Ragdoll” peeping in our window shades. I really cannot express in words alone how good the music and musicianship was during this set.  I’ve heard many people say this was one of their very favorites.  And so I’ll share a small piece of it with you here:  J.A.B. Main Stage  See?  Pretty damned incredibly good, right?  That’s how I’d sum up the entire show:  pretty damned incredibly good.  Again I wonder at where they will be in a few years.  Can’t wait to see!

The Travelin’ McCourys

Saturday night, Main Stage, McCourys.  Go!  Who at this festival wasn’t looking forward to this set?  I can’t imagine a single soul.  Straight into it was a fast pickin’ “Walk Out in the Rain” featuring everybody being incredible throughout the entire song, not to mention Ronnie’s crystal vocals and the always perfect backing harmonies.  Next featured some handsome vocals from the handsome fiddler known as Jason Carter with “Lonesome, Ornery, and Mean”.  It is always hard to know which jam to mention and even what to say sometimes.  The level of performance on that stage from individual to ensemble to the magic of it all, well, it is indescribably fine and tuned and completely entrancing.  Precisely the way music should be, just like they way they threw down on that last song.  Swinging the hammer, “The Shake” featuring Alan Bartram on the mic came next and went into a rollicking jam-filled “Cumberland Blues” to the delight of the entire crowd, Grateful Dead nods always appreciated, but of course.  Del was on the side stage for all of “Cumberland” and the smile on his face told the story of every face in the audience — it was a marvelously good version of this song with some really interesting and “non-traditional” harmonies as well as a simmering breakdown at the end.  As to be expected. However, before I go any further, I have to  address the dress of the band.  Not in a bad way, to the contrary.  These fellows came out looking snappy, snazzy, and ready to blow some minds with miraculous music.  Ronnie’s jacket almost made him up as a proud peacock, Alan was in a “good guy’s” white jacket juxtaposed to the blacker outfits of Jason and Ronnie and Cody.  They all looked fantastic.  As well they should.   Next up was “I Live on a Battlefield”, a Ronnie-led number with soul and heart.  It is a current favorite around The Lot Scene offices.  And it has every right to be — this song his the hotness.  Not sure I really need to say much more about it.  Oh, except the harmonies.  Those delectable, sharp, sonorous harmonies.  Well done, fellas.  I really like the next song because of the funky, funky chord progression throughout. The motive is really moving and anchors the piece from section to section.  This song in question, “What’s the Difference”, featured Jason Carter on vocals and Ronnie on some particularly fine mando work in the mid regions of the piece.  Joe Craven joined the boys for a “Lil Samba” playing the bongos and peppering in some sweet vocal percussion (oh, Joe Craven, you) and he remained for the McCourys’ tribute to the late B.B. King with “The Thrill Is Gone”.  Evan McCoury, Ronnie’s son, also joined in for “The Thrill”.  Man can that kid play.  Wow.  You should have seen Ronnie’s face while Evan played:  pure proud papa.  Grinning from ear-to-ear, just like his own daddy.  Bartram’s “Rocky Road Blues” followed, a swinging, bouncing little number that had a blue-ribbon fiddle solo from Jason.  Later on Del came out on stage to join his sons and friends on vocals for Ronnie’s “On the Lonesome Wind” and then into wicked fast pickin’ version of “Shady Grove”.  Impossible to follow the hands and the bow on stage as they plied their instruments impossibly fast to eke out impossibly good music from them.  Need high speed camera equipment.  For starters.  Finally the second-to-last selection of the evening was “Loser” by the Grateful Dead, which came with a nice story about Jerry Garcia’s thoughts on Del McCoury.  Trust me, they were good.  OK, I’ll tell you.  Jerry said of Del that his vision of the Bluegrass Boys and their music was of Del and his guitar.  Pretty neat, right?  As good a version that I’ve heard of this classic known by heart to all watching up at the stage, with Ronnie on electric mandolin.  Suffice it to say, it was a fair deal for all.  Many thanks to the band for throwing us all such a great gift.  Last but certainly not least came the truckin’ “Travellin’” a sort of signature song for this fiery hot ensemble of insane, incredible music made incarnate.  A stomping down great end to a mind-twisting show.  The questions remain…how do they play all those notes?  So many notes…  What a show, what a way to close out Saturday at DelFest.  Thanks to the McCourys!


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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Friday

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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Friday

DelFest 8

Festival Experience Archive

for The Lot Scene by Parker

Friday

It’s one thing to wake up on a Friday morning, excited at the prospect of the weekend ahead, filled with anticipation for what-might-be.  It’s another thing entirely to wake up thusly at DelFest with a head still teeming with so much music from the day before.  I mean, by the time your eyes open on a DF morning, the last strains of Late Night have barely even faded.  And this year’s Friday morning was no different.  The weather corrected itself from the previous nasty to that delightful, sunny, easy, breezy, beautiful climate that we all have come to yearn for during our annual Memorial Day gatherings in Cumberland.  As if DelFest could get any better!  And it sure did that day when it came to music.  So it was on our way to the Potomac Stage for a little Grand Ole’ Ditch to get the party started right.  To get it started quickly, right?  (If you catch that reference, I applaud you. Heh.)  Handing out buttons and meeting all sorts smiling folks along the way I could already tell I was in for another wonderful day with Del and all his invited guests.  

Grand Ole’ Ditch

Grand Ole’ Ditch.  Cumberland boys.  Hometown heroes.  Playing their very first DelFest and having the distinction of being the first local band to play the festival.  And it was my first time seeing them.  Lots of firsts going on there.  And this seven-member band certainly wowed and delighted all of us gathered to see with rollicking sounds of bluegrass-gone-rock-gone-hillbilly stomp.  I instantly dug their sound — just a fun band to see live, plain and simple.  “Pigeon Eatin’ Catfish” is a favorite around the TLS offices so we were jazzed when they played it that morning.  With a slightly similar cadence and feel to Charlie Daniels’s “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”, the song is danceable to say the very least and features some excellent harmony execution.  Such a good and driving sound there is to this band that Will commented he had a hard time taking pictures and trying to keep his camera steady for wont of dancing:  you see the lengths we go to to get you the goods?  Heh.  G.O.D. (I just like abbreviating it that way) finished with a bang doing much justice to their DelFest debut.  I instantly knew that I’d be back at the Potomac on Sunday for their second set of the weekend.  Bravo, boys!  See you then!

Mandolin, Mandolin, and More Mandolin - David Grisman, Ronnie McCoury, and Sierra Hull

So we raced from Grand Ole’ Ditch over to the Music Hall to catch a small bit of this unique and powerhouse-led workshop with three of the finest players alive today:  Grisman, McCoury, and Hull.  Hailing from three distinct generations of bluegrass and certainly possessed of three rather different styles, the anecdotal material they doled out alongside some very fine and illustrative mando picking felt like being privy to some secrets of the ages mixed in with humor and smiles and laughter.  For instance, Dave enlightened us with this trick of the trade:  he figured out a long time ago that the fewer notes you play, the more you get paid per note.  Wise words for gigging musicians, especially mandolin players!  And the musical selections were of great interest as well, straying far from just traditional bluegrass tunes.  For instance there was a “Minor Swing” that was pretty fantastic — great energy to that swing feel and the entire fabric of the melody afloat on a sea of minor notes and chords.  Just lovely.  Almost needless to say the playing from all three musicians was superb and it was a real privilege to be able to watch the intertwining of such skill and acumen on one stage and from these three.  I know that I heard quite a few folks reminiscing about this workshop all weekend.  Great job you guys and many thanks for such an educational look into the mandolin and its chosen players.

The Brothers Comatose

Back out into the sunshine and returning to the Potomac Stage, we all strolled over to check our The Brothers Comatose for a hot minute.  We walked up to a mostly seated crowd, chilling in the warm light, and soaking in as much good string music as the sun.  “Pie For Breakfast” was the first song we got and I was glad, it being one of my favorites.  I can really get behind the message, you know?  And it was a DelFest-worthy version to be sure.  I had seen the Brothers for the first time at WinterWonderGrass this year in Vail and had really enjoyed their sound.  So it was nice to get to see them in an entirely different setting, like a warm place with no snow.  After catching a quick couple of numbers more we hustled off to Larry Keel on the Main Stage — damn you conflicting schedule!!  Heh.

The Larry Keel Experience

On the heels of my first Larry Keel Experience the night before I was ready for more grassy greatness, Larry-style.  Walking up to him covering the Dead’s “Brown-Eyed Women”, therefore, was pretty damn perfect.  Twangning into the mic and guitar twanging in his hands, it was a wholly excellent cover with a particularly weird and funky jam slammed in the middle and after which Larry thanked Ger Bear.  Another really unforgettable DelFest moment from DF 8.  A Will Lee-led “Fire Line” came further down the set featuring some hot pickin’ by the banjo player.  The remainder of the show was just as funked-out and dirty as you’d expect from Larry, Jenny, and their buddy, Mr. Lee.  Definitely an Experience I am looking forward to having again, and soon.  Hopefully in Colorado?

The Del McCoury Band

The reason for the season.  The man, the myth, our adopted grandpappy.  And his band of merry makers…and dastardly bluegrass daredevils.  All gathered for another Main Stage delight the likes of which only they can deliver.  And talk about your home-field advantage!  “Travelin’ Teardrop Blues” sparked the night to life with Del leading strongly on the vocals.  Great selection for an opener.  Ronnie’s tune, “The Quicksburg Run”, came along down the line and was a pristine example of that oh-so-fabulous thing we refer to as “fast pickin’”.  From Ronnie’s mandolin lines to Rob’s hot banjo runs, this was a chasing, bracing tune I’d very much like to hear again.  Del was back to the mic for the conflicted “Hard on My Heart” — the story of one man’s struggle between his desires and his common sense.  Not sure that anyone reading this could relate.  No, never.  Heh.  “I can’t come up to her lifestyle and she can’t come down to mine.”  What a perfect line — love it.  And this version had some great instrumentals, as to be expected — Ronnie in particular.  Rob McCoury then offered us some straight, sizzlin’ pickin’ with a tune he’d written, also featuring Jason Carter on some wonderful fiddle runs.  Anyone who knows Del knows of his ties to country music’s capital, Nashville.  As such, “Nashville Cats” shouldn’t surprise anyone as a song selection for a McCoury setlist.  However, it’s always nice to be pleasantly surprised during a show when you get these little gifts on song from your favorite musicians, never knowing if or when or what order they might arrive in.  And those “Cats” arrived quite well!  Jason Carter then dedicated a steam-powered-saw of a fiddle tune to The Broomestix and urged us all to go and see this new and upcoming band.  It was a hell of a dedication to them, that’s for sure.  One thing that occurred to me as I watch The Del Band play that night is that there is so much showmanship up on stage in addition to the actual music, but I had never really considered them a “show band” before.  However, the orchestrated movements and rearranging of the line-up, etc., all these things that add to the overall value and meaning of a show.  The vibrancy and kinetic nature of each member of the band as they interact both spatially and musically is infectious and palpable and leaves one yearning for more.  This aspect of this marvelously incredible band is certainly worth noting here — I will definitely consider them a show band from here on out.  Alan Bartram offered up a sad and soulful “Teardrops In My Eyes” whose lyrics were a little betrayed by the upbeat tempo of the backing tune.  Always love to hear Alan sing.  Jim Wriggleman was a lucky fellow to have “She Can’t Burn Me Now” played for him per his request.  Del was fond of taking requests as always and good Jim got to be the lucky one.  Way to go, Jim!!  Who doesn’t love them some Del voice??  I mean it!!  The “Smoking Gun” that he gave us that night most indubitably featured some fine, fine Del voice — that tenor timbre we’ve all come to love and want at our shows.  And then it was fan favorite time:  “All Aboard”.  Need I say more, really?  Well, I will.  It was chilling.  And haunting.  And amazing.  All in one.  Very well-executed, too.  Best live performance I have seen of that song to date.  And I am anxious to see more.  Del co-wrote the subsequent “Never Grow Up Boy”, a Peter-Pan-esque cautionary tale about resisting the maturation process through music and bluegrass.  I think that sounds like lovely advice, don’t you?  Thanks, Del!  Reprising a choice from the day before, the next song was “Vincent Black Lightning 1952” which is always, always a great one to hear.  Then the Dawg himself came out for a few numbers to include an old Monroe Brothers tune, “We Can’t Be Darlins Anymore” by Flatt and Scruggs, and one that Grisman wrote in honor of Red Allen called “Pigeon Loose”.  What a treat to have Dawg up with Del and the boys!!  Each one was rife with incredible playing as you can imagine and having Ronnie and Grisman trading off was a sight to see.  What a Friday night set, you guys!!!  Thanks, so much to Del McCoury, his sons, and their friends for making so much beautiful music and for sharing it with all of us.  Already jonesing for Sunday!!

Late Night - Greensky Bluegrass

In many ways Greensky’s late night show could be considered a somewhat mellower extension of the monster they unleashed on the Main Stage the night before.  Opening with “Demons” the sine wave roller coaster began as it gave way to an explosive “Leap Year”, Anders’s all-too-familiar dobro notes ringing out to herald in Paul’s song.  Tim Carbone of Railroad Earth joined them on fiddle for a smokin’ and speedy “Breadbox” which was fun for all of us, almost as much fun as it seemed for the band.  This was not the same band that was snubbed at Merriweather, this was not the same band that was reborn in Richmond, this was a new band full of the joy of playing and of sharing that music with others.  And it was awesome to witness.  What does a band look like that’s rebuilt its own soul?  Like these fellas completely on top of their collective game.  It just happened to be Bruzza’s birthday that day so they band gifted him a bunch of solos (which was a delightful thing to do) such as “Letter to Seymour” and “Blood Sucking F(r)iends”.  And we even sang “Happy Birthday” to him — what a jolly time it was!!  There was a nice long “All Four” sammiched into the mix as well as “Worried About the Weather” featuring Nicky Sanders of The Steep Canyon Rangers.  Later on, the band slowed things down a bit with “Jaywalking” which had some intense moments in the latter half of the song.  “Wheelhouse” fast-picked things right back up again with some particularly adept playing from the birthday boy, himself, not to mention the other lads in the band.  As the set wound to a close we got a lengthy and excellent “Broke Mountain Breakdown” which went into a “Don’t Under Do It” Reprise connecting this show to the previous evening’s all the more.  And then an encore of all things!!  And they made us all want to “Shout!” (Kick my heels up and - Shout! Throw my hands up and - Shout!  Throw my head back and - Shout!  Come on now - Shout!  Don't forget to say you will!!). That’s right, that was the encore.  Heavens to Murgatroyd!!  No notes!!  

Friday you set the standard even higher!!  Saturday?  Looking at you, Saturday…


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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Thursday

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DelFest 8 - Festival Experience Archive - Thursday

DelFest 8

Festival Experience Archive

for The Lot Scene by Parker

Introduction

We arrived early into Cumberland on a foggy, rainy, chilly morning a week ago today for DelFest 8 filled with warm and rosy joyful anticipations that belied the grayer, bluer, bleaker hues just outside the camper doors.  As we rolled to a stop at our new campsite, we were already planning out the day’s music, with thoughts of Del and Greensky and Railroad and so many others filling our heads for the kick-off day to a weekend filled to the brim with blue-ribbon bluegrass badassery.  Reports had it that the off-site ticketing process was as smooth as it was last year and the on-site one worked perfectly as well, to include our media passes.  Hats off to DelFest for such an easy transition to the fest — you guys make it so painless every year —  many thanks!  After getting ourselves and site all set and set-up (which we did in a record 30 minutes…thank you, thank you), we took the obligatory walk around to familiarize ourselves with the food vendor offerings (which were all stellar — more to come on them later) as well as to locate friends’ campsites and routes between.  You know, all the things we do when we tent-city-up for a weekend of amazing, life-altering grass music alongside some of our most favorite people.  Like you do.  Like you do.  It was plain to see from the elaborate digs being assembled in some sites to the abundance of flags and tapestries to the general feeling of festival joy and merriment that DelFest was growing and maturing and becoming even more “festivalish” with each passing year.  I love this time of day on the first one of a fest, too.  The time when friends stop by on their own journeys around.  Friends like Greensky’s Paul Hoffman who sat down and rapped with us for the better part of an hour telling fun and funny stories from his time in the limelight.  We’d be catching up with Mr. Hoffman Friday afternoon for a great interview (which can be found here: Paul Hoffman Interview).

A big, big round of applause for the food vendors this year!  Definitely good to see some old friends like Goatocado and Pie for the People! as well as to try some new delicious food from The Taco Tent and Timi’s Greek and Middle Eastern Foods.  So much wonderful variety and so many fresh options.  If you are vegetarian/vegan or have other dietary concerns, you should be able to find several options between the various vendors (I am vegetarian and ate like a lion…well, a vegetarian lion at any rate).  There’s also the option of ice cream or Hawaiian shaved ice, kettle corn, and fresh, hot coffee and espresso.  In short, don’t feel you need to pack a lot of food if you don’t want — save a lot of time and eat well by bringing some extra cash if you can and plan on hitting DelFest’s delicious and plentiful Food Court.  Kudos to all the great food vendors for keeping our bellies full and happy so we could keep our souls nourished with that fine bluegrass music we came to hear!!

Speaking of music — you want to read a little about some DelFest tunes, do you?  Well, alrighty then!  Let’s begin!

Thursday

The Del McCoury Band - Sound Check

So, how did Del get the whole shebang started this year, you might ask?  Oh, just by freeing a flock of white doves from a cage to herald the beginning of the best DelFest yet!  It was a serene and sweet sight, such a vision and symbol of peace and the prediction of an incredible amount of enjoyment to come.  Then the band fired up “I Wonder Where You Are Tonight” with that great Jason Carter lick leading into it and I found myself in a quick but lovely conversation with Lisa McCoury, Rob’s wife.  It was certainly a treat to be chatting with a McCoury as Del and the boys played away on stage, starting up this DelFest in rather fine fashion.  They then followed with the chilling tale of “Henry Walker” and a sizzling fiddle tune for a bit of counterbalance.  The slightly mournful but tongue-in-cheek “Forty Acres and a Fool” was next with its varied cadence, back and forth between the soulful verses and the hopping instrumental interludes.  Certainly a delightful little song and a favorite of mine.  Further on down the line, and seemingly in honor of the gray day and wet weather, came Obray Ramsey’s now famous “Cold Rain and Snow”, Del’s lovely falsetto and world-class smile bringing warmth to the huddled masses in front of him and his band.  This song featured some particularly groovy instrumental solos from the band as well that helped make the weather a bit sunnier in spirit for all of us as well as Del’s invitation to sing along — always a nice thing to be asked.   And then, how about another ballad?  Del yeah!  “John Henry” at a rapid clip sound good to you?  Well it sure sounded great to us in the crowd, enough so that I remarked in my voice notes that if this was just a sound check then we were in for a mighty damn fine weekend of music all around.  It would seem that Del and his band had designed a setlist based around the weather with each new apropos song that emanated from the speakers and the stage, “Big Blue Raindrops” being no exception.  Nice to have life and setlist so intertwined — it made for a poignant show in that regard.  That incredible crowd favorite and, of course, another personal favorite of this author is “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” followed and instantly set the audience ablaze with applause and cheers for this fantastic song.  Del even started the song over so that we could all sing along with him from the beginning — the consummate gentlemen always.  And certainly one who knows how to treat his fans very well.  Despite a small flub in lyrics that had us all cheering and laughing and carrying on we all had a blast getting into this story with Del and Rob and Ronnie and Jason and Alan yet once again.  And then the cutest, most adorable event of the weekend occurred:  Vassar McCoury, Del’s little grandson, came out on stage with a tiny cello and the most awesome wee hat and joined The Del McCoury Band for “Cheek to Cheek with the Blues”.  Seriously, it was complete cuteness overload…almost terminal.  So amazing to see three generations of McCoury on stage at the same time.  That was not the last time that would happen that weekend.  This sound check set was stellar, there can be no doubts.  Del always seems to set a very high bar for his fest and this year was to be no different.  The tone established was absolutely one with which I could get in sync, however, if it meant more of what I had just witnessed.  Thanks Del, thanks boys, for such a great opener to DelFest 8!!

Greensky Bluegrass

Main Stage.  DelFest.  A week to the day after Dear Jerry.  So, just how was this going to go?   After Richmond’s redemptive healing show, there were still questions on many people’s minds as to how this show would be turning out.  And then, once again, as if in answer to our unspoken questions the band leveled a colossal “Eyes of the World” at us thus proving once more their determination to move forward, leave the past, and take full control of their performance path and their musical destiny.  At one point you could see Anders point to a banner in the crowd which read “Dear Jerry Missed You” as the first strains of the familiar and pined-for song ventured into the audience.  And it was just absolutely phenomenal.  Twelve-plus minutes of a righteous rendition of this Dead tune, this ultimate crowd fave.  And don’t forget all the jams.  Know what?  It’s probably best if you just go take a look here as see for yourself: "Eyes of the World" - GSBG - DelFest 8.  See?  Wasn’t that incredibly good?  Told you so!  After that sweet smacking around, the energy jumped up to the sky with a speedy “Hit Parade of Love” care of one Dave Bruzza on the vocals.  Fast pickin’ the Greensky way.  Which then continued with another Bruzza lead:  “Kerosene”, quick and tight and clean, it was another strong addition to a very strong set.  Backing things down a bit, Hoffman next stepped up to the mic for the mournful, brooding “Bring Out Your Dead”.  The boys then played a “West Virginia song” for a friend of theirs they hadn’t seen in eight years — it began with a really nice and gorgeous a cappella intro and continued with very sweet harmonies throughout, really quite lovely.  A really fine round-robin of instrumental pickin’ at the end between Anders and Bruzz and Phoff also added another excellent dimension to this song.  Keeping Paul at the mic for a “Windshield” gave us another expressive selection from their repertoire, and this version was particularly impressive.  As was this show in general.  Honestly one of the very best I have seen from them.  Understandably reminiscent of the Richmond show the week previous, the song choices centered a bit around the new album.  Like the “Burn Them” that came after “Windshield” for instance.  However, the hard-driving bluegrass that comes from some of these selections makes it so very worth it, of course.  And unsurprising:  the new album is pretty amazing, after all.  “In Control”, the contemplative, thoughtful exploration is another great example from What If Sorrows Swim and is a lovely solo from Paul anytime you get to hear it.  And I am glad we got to.  This went into “Can’t Stop Now” which was followed by a rowdy Talking Heads-esque public service announcement with “Don’t Under Do It”.  Trust me, you hear that song and you say that phrase to each other all weekend long.  And I mean all weekend long.  So, don’t under do it, OK?  OK.  The final selection was an almost 15 minute long “Don’t Lie” that had a really lengthy and killer nasty, dirty, exquisite jam at the end with some great “Eyes of the World” reprises and teases and just the right amount of really, really, extremely good music to make for a damn-near perfect show.  What a mind-blowing experience.  Thanks for the bomb diggity show, boys!!   An absolute highlight of the weekend and a marvelous way to close out the Main Stage that night.  Which means it must be time for late night, no?

Late Night - The Larry Keel Experience - Railroad Earth

Time for some late night shenanigannery in The Music Hall.  First up tonight?  The Larry Keel Experience.  Admittedly, that night was to be my first Keel Experience.  Believe-you-me, it will not be my last.  I was unfamiliar with many of the songs and tunes, but that won’t be an excuse in the future.  The musicianship and Larry’s indomitable energy was abounding on stage that night.  Jason Carter was joining in on fiddle with the Keels and Will, the banjo player — it was going to be a special bit of music.  Dave Bruzza also joined in during the set to add his drumming, yes drumming, skills to the mix.  And then we added Phoff on mando.  And then Andy from Railroad.  Jeebus.  All-in-all it was, in a word, fantastic — what an ensemble!!  And the blues song they banged out together was just dirty good.  I think you hear a band as close to its best as possible in a place like DelFest’s late night setting.  Railroad Earth certainly did the other night when they opened with “Chasin’ A Rainbow” with a great, long jam in the middle with lots of tasty fiddle and mandolin.  Those nocturnal partiers assembled in the hall were very much loving the vibe handed out by the RRE fellas.  And, true-to-form, they kept bringing jam after jam after jam to each subsequent song, clearly very much enjoying the art of doing so.  Anders Beck joined in on electric slide for “Donkey For Sale” bringing yet more musicianship to the powerhouse assembled on stage.  Andy also did his double saxophone party trick for us to much fanfare from the crowd.  A lovely “Dandelion Wine” came later in the set which was closed with “Warhead Boogie” into “Genesis” and an encore of “Fiddlee”.  What a wonderful show that was!  How great to see such incredible musicians really “on” and at the top of their collective game!  Kudos to DelFest Late Night and all that it brings!!

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“Celebration, Devastation, and Redemption” - Part Two - Greensky Bluegrass - 15 May 2015 - Dominion River Rock - Richmond, VA

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“Celebration, Devastation, and Redemption” - Part Two - Greensky Bluegrass - 15 May 2015 - Dominion River Rock - Richmond, VA

“Celebration, Devastation, and Redemption” - Part Two

 

Greensky Bluegrass

15 May 2015 - Dominion River Rock - Richmond, VA

for The Lot Scene by Parker

 

Setlist:  Black Muddy River, Don't Lie, Wings for Wheels, Hit Parade of Love, Clinch Mountain Backstep, Burn Them, Lose My Way, The Four, Windshield, When I Paint My Masterpiece, Yeah Yeah, I’d Probably Kill You, Worried About the Weather, The Thrill Is Gone, Leap Year, Encore - Demons > Midnight Moonlight > Demons, Atlantic City

Redemption.  Catharsis.  Vindication.  Healing.  All words I would use to describe the Greensky show I saw the day after Dear Jerry.  And after the tragic schedule cuts from that massive tribute show, GSBG was very much in need of all of these notions.  Good thing the boys brought their A-game through the flames and unleashed a monster of a free show then, huh?  As we all gathered amidst the mud-covered participants of the Dominion River Rock festival weaving our way through the athletic and those not-so-inclined to bluegrass, the band took the stage around sunset, extreme bicyclists tackling a series of jumps and half-pipes in the background.  It was definitely amusing seeing “our” people gathered en masse and mixed in with the River Rock folks — talk about two vastly different worlds coming together.  Made for a good giggle a time or two.  But enough of all that, there is music to discuss!!

The larger questions on many minds in the crowd revolved around the band’s snubbing the night before at the Dear Jerry monster tribute up at Merriweather Post and how they would recover in a musical and performance fashion from such an emotional let-down.  Would they play “Eyes of the World”?  Would they even play any Dead or Jerry at all??  Would they be shelving all that repertoire for an indefinite period?  Well, all said questions were summarily answered as the first notes and chords of “Black Muddy River” rang out like a soft, but simmering clarion call and the crowd began to cheer madly in support of this intrepid band of musicians whose musical convalescence was instantly on display that evening for all to see.  Paul Hoffman’s voice was a welcome friend emanating from the speakers, something many of us present had been aching to hear since the now infamous issues of the night before.  A baller-ass way to come out swinging in my opinion, just owning the song and owning the experience that brought them to that moment.  It was clear from that point that something special was afoot there along the James River in Richmond.  And it was only just getting started.  The little look of thanks and a couple of mouthed friendly words from my friend Mike Devol told me all I needed to know to prepare for the remainder of this show:  get ready to be right here and watch us work this all out.  Fair enough — let’s do this.  After a tease-laden jam, “Black Muddy” gave way to the unmistakable dobro intro notes of “Don’t Lie” and, while musically solid, to me there was something occurring up on stage that was both beyond all of us but intrinsically tied to each of us at the same time.  I sensed a great deal of anger from some members of the band, shock from others, sadness from yet others.  And these emotions swirled from face to face, instrument to instrument, voice to voice throughout show as the clear aftermath of Dear Jerry came falling towards us.  I have never in my life witnessed a band collectively work through a huge emotional ordeal live through music before.  The jams were so raw and dirty and rowdy and organic.  And the combined catharsis felt in palpable ways as the band healed itself through its craft and passion was extremely moving.  It was an intense and intimate experience to say the very least.  An “Eyes of the World” tease and a rather long and tasty, tight jam later found us slowing to the soulful sound of Bruzza and “Wings for Wheels”.  It was good to hear a few jokes from the band, too, like Paul joking that Dave Schools was coming out to join them since he’s from Richmond.  (He didn’t.)  Phoff also remarked how good it felt to be playing that night — another good sign of assuaging Dear Jerry woes.  Dave kept the mic for a brisk “Hit Parade of Love” and a little fast pickin’ for the Dominion River Rock crowd.  “Clinch Mountain Backstep” kept us in this jumping little grass vein for a stretch with some expectedly excellent soloing from the members of the band.  Then it was time for some new album love:  “Burn Them” seemed like an apropos and pointed inclusion in the setlist.  And we all really loved it — great version.  Quick and precise and a great leading counterpoint to the sweet and serene “Lose My Way” to follow, which seemed slightly beset by some of the musical angst so present, but each subsequent song, each new tune was bringing the boys that much closer back to center.  During the big and bountiful middle jam of “Lose” I looked around the crowd to see all the the River Rock event folks enjoying some insanely good newgrass, dancing and bopping their heads along — it was a good feeling seeing the power of this music on folks who are different from those I am usually used to seeing in such places.  “The Four” came next followed by “Windshield”, two of my favorite Hoffman songs.  And the band spanked them both summarily.  It was really getting apparent by this time in the show that each new song was adding to the vitality of the band and the vehemence of their playing.  I really cannot do justice to the feeling of the place as the show pushed towards its close, by then the band and the audience were all linked together in this thing.  It was so intense.  The subsequent Dylan’s “When I Paint My Masterpiece” was a little gift from Bruzza evoking feelings and sentiments of Jerry as well, and feelings of getting past Dear Jerry.  Next a light-hearted and improvised reggae-esque “Yeah Yeah” song was made up on the spot by Paul with the band supporting which then led to “I’d Probably Kill You”.  Jumping the energy back up Bruzza stayed at the mic for the introspective “Worried About the Weather”, another great selection for this evening of all evenings, especially the huge, nasty, brazen, dirty jam smack in the middle of the song.  A chill instrument intro segued quickly into an homage to the recently late but always great B.B. King:  “The Thrill Is Gone”.  Phoff and the lads did a truly honorable job with their rendition.  I am sure Mr. King was proud.  The final song of this pretty epic almost two-hour one set show was “Leap Year” which they hammered home in perfect fashion. This was a super funky version during which it was plain to see that this band was not the same that started the show earlier that evening.  These men had rediscovered the joy and fun in their passion and they were sharing it so freely and profoundly with the rest of us.  It was a real treat and privilege to witness.  But they weren’t done…not by a long shot!  Encore time brought us a really great “Demons” into “Midnight Moonlight” and then back into “Demons” — jam central left and right.  Excellence.  But they still weren’t done!  To cap the evening off completely, the fellas gave us their rendition of “Atlantic City”, a personal favorite of mine and a great way to bring this musical journey to a close.

And so, redeemed and healed by their own hands and voices, the members of Greensky Bluegrass thanked us all, made their acknowledgments, grabbed their instruments, and left the stage, different for the experience, better for it, like the rest of us.  The power of music to celebrate, devastate, redeem…and heal.  This is why we do this.

This is why we do this.

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