MerleFest listening to Alison Krauss and Union Station. See that tiny bldg way at the back of the picutre? That's the stage. Fortunately someone in the reserved seating up front didn't show up to exit me from their seat that I borrowed, and I could actually see the group, and see them close up on the big screen. Which begs the question, why would a huge festival like MerleFest not have a screen on both sides and perhaps one mid-way back as well? Woulda been nice. Nevertheless, hearing them live, and seeing Jerry on the dobro was too good!
Music - the great meditational, mind bending, universal touch of muse - the way IN, the way up and the way down - the road to sin and salvation. For those times when I'm stuck in a rut, too bogged down by the relentless sadbad news spewed out of any media source one picks, stuck in the pressurized kettle of show deadlines, I turn to music for a quick exit. Doesn't matter it it's Union Station, Bach, Elizabeth Kasius & Heard, Motown, or Mississippi blues - it's all good, it all transports me somewhere, it all ignites the spark. My profound thanks to all musicians, players and writers, anywhere and everywhere for adding to the sound of the universal muse.
And, by the way, check out MIM in Scottsdale, AZ for a remarkably memorable museum experience!www.classicalarchives.com/bach.html