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| Posted: 14 Apr 2008 13:43 | ||
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I was the typical rock and metal-head through highschool and most of college, but working one summer at an outdoor environmental ed camp, I met a guy who played just about every song Neil Young ever wrote on his accoustic guitar. That got me hooked on the accoustic sound and I started teaching myself to play. Then in the summer of 1984 while on an extended road trip, a friend and I bumbled our way into what was then called the Strawberry Bluegrass Festival just outside of Yosemite National Park. I was blown away by the music and the vibe and the rest is history! 
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| Posted: 15 Jul 2008 17:05 | ||
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Everybody in my family was a musician so there was always music playing in our house. Every genre you can imagine.
It might be rock, country, jazz, folk, Gospel, polka (yes, polka!), or anything else. In the early 70's, we would go to the big bluegrass festival at Horse Pens 40, as well as smaller, local things. I always took it for granted until I moved up North. Once I moved to New Jersey, a friend of mine told me about a place in Pa called Sunset Park, where virtually every big artist in bluegrass and traditional country music came through. We went there every weekend. I think that's when I really got serious about it. Now, I live in Maryland, which has a tremendous bluegrass and folk music heritage, from Bob Paisley to Olabelle Reed (I was actually a neighbor of hers for a short time). |
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