I thought you might like to see a few pictures of what it’s like up here in what Red calls the “cold and snowy frozen north.”
We’ve basically been house-bound since last Friday, February 5. We did get out for a few hours yesterday, but today the brutal wind and drifting snow has once again kept us indoors.
But we’ve been lucky so far—KNOCK ON WOOD BIG TIME—in that we’ve not lost power. We did get a flicker about an hour ago, so I filled up the bathtub with water and laid out candles and matches, just in case.
All my lessons for today canceled so I’m not in a very musical mood. However, I did talk to a fellow on the phone the other day who gave me a great big grin. He was talking about how he didn’t like a lot of the new bluegrass, that he much preferred the old. And while I do like a “right smart” of the new stuff (Old Crowe Medicine Show, Robin and Linda Williams, the Dixie Bee-Liners, Laurie Lewis) I understood where he was coming from. Especially when he said, of the new music, “It don’t make no lump come in your throat.”
And that’s pretty much all I want from music. Which is why I also like George Jones and Conway Twitty.
Hope you’re staying warm!