Where the Blue Grass Grows

San Francisco is not a likely place to find myself any given weekend.  While I enjoy the city and the visits I have had, i feign from the large crowds of strangely dressed individuals, the neurotic ideals of being current in fashion and trend.

Every country has their city.  England has London, Ireland has Dublin, Thailand has Bangkok. 

This one just has a city for every geographical local.  S.F. is on the the forefront of liberal front as far as cities go.

I digress.  

Jamie and Sharon, Andrea and myself went to the ever famous Fillmore Music Hall - home of such popular acts as the Doors, Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin... the 60's in general - to go see one of my favorite bands.  Old Crow Medicine Show was and continues to be the best performance I have ever seen live.  The more I hear them, the more I see them, the more I realize the special kind of talent.

And why not bluegrass?

I think the good people of the world should travel to where the grass grows blue and stay a while.  A good crop of Blue Grass is good for the soul.  It picks you up, it understands the bad times, rejoices in the good.