Killted Bluegrass Saturday Nite

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Banjo man Eric and I, High Lonesome Valley are playing bluegrass tonite at the Yak & Cracker (yes, real yak burgers) in Crestone, Colorado, up around 9000 feet, 6-9 PM Saturday 7/12/14. I'll be kilted, Eric is still in the repentance stage of conversion. I'm working on him, however. He's a 6'4" stout Viking who is fitted for a classic kilt.

The debuting of the MacLaren SW Thrifty Kilt, easy to wash the customers' spilt beer out. Some cover tunes, some original. Some bluegrass, some bluegrass gospel. Bluegrass covers anything from shooting Little Sadie, wishing you were back home in the cabin in the hills, and, of course, drinking and distilling moonshine. Bluegrass gospel is, well, all about the Gospel. If you don't like the bluegrass song your listening to, stick around, you're bound to like the next.

Why kilts and bluegrass? Bill Monroe, the great bluegrass mandolin player, said "Scottish bagpipes and ole-time fiddlin'. It's Methodist and Holiness and Baptist (I'll add "and Presbyterian"). It's blues and jazz, and it has a high lonesome sound."

High lonesome bluegrass harmonies sound awful much like the pipes, the lead singer the chanter and the harmonies the drones, drawing long notes out of the bags we call lungs.

And who will be able to forget the bluegrass band with that guy with a kilt?

Have a great day and via con Dios from the wooly and wild San Luis Valley, home of Black Bart and his gang.