There are certainly exceptions to every rule... and sometimes those exceptions are in the last place you'd think. Years ago, my Mother's Uncle used to raise chickens just outside of nowhere Alabama. After he quit, the place sat empty for quite a few years, until one day, he started puttering around cleanin' the place up. As he did so, he had his Kevin Costner moment. There was nothin' for anyone to do for miles & miles. He invited a few friends to an old fashioned Ho Down! It was just a few friends & family at first... but it grew to a standing-room-only crowd faster than he could've imagined! It evolved into an open mic night kinda thing, and people would drive for miles to come to Uncle Cecil's Chicken Shack! Pickers & grinners would come outa the woodwork! Now... it's easy to make fun of a scenario like that, but I'm here to tell ya... that was some magical sh!t right there. THAT wasn't Hee Haw or the Grand Ole Opry. THAT was the REAL DEAL! It was as much or more for the musicians as it was for the spectators. The "house band" (friends of Uncle Cecil's) had a guy who played guitar, banjo, mandolin, and anything else he thought made music... a dubble bass man, a fiddle player, and a guitar guy. Folks would show up & join in at will, with whatever instruments they wanted, and come & go from the "stage" whenever they wanted. It wasn't uncommon to see 10 - 15 folks up there settin' the place ablaze! Old school down home Bluegrass in it's natural state. To quote Steve Marriott... "You could barely hear the music from the bare feet slappin' on the floor"! It was the kinda thing you'd see in a movie! I'm here to tell ya... there is a
power in raw natural acoustic music... especially when the people playing the music, are havin' a good time doin' it