And while I'm at it,  I hate that hippie psuedo-bluegrass pap that Jerry
Garcia inadvertently spawned.  However, when my staight-up bluegrass band
opened for the god-awful Gordon Stone ("banjo" player famed for
collaborating with Ph*sh), I felt no moral qualms whatsoever about taking
hundreds of misguided hippie dollars and lining my purist pockets with 'em.
 So bring on the crap, I say!  It has it's hidden benefits.

Erin

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