I think most of you know that I’m a huge fan of bluegrass music. I even play guitar and sing in a bluegrass music trio – Linefork (Bluegrass with Flair). It may be that my Kentucky roots reinforces the love I have for that genre. But it’s odd that until recently, I never played bluegrass music, I was a classic-rock-with-some-folk-tossed-in-here-and-there kind of guitar player. I’ve been chordin the strings for the better part of 40 years, wouldn’t you think I’d be a total bluegrass pickin nut by now? Well, I’m not. Furthermore, I don’t listen to bluegrass music all that much.
I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because playing it now satisfies the need I used to have for listening to it. Instead of Alison Krauss‘ angelic voice, I’m listening to a mix of new music, most of it introduced to me by my youngest son, AJ Conner (16, and a fine guitar player himself). I don’t like labeling, but some would say the genre is alternative, or college radio, adult contemporary, ambient/minimalist, I just call it “new to me music.”
NTMM includes groups such as The Appleseed Cast (“As The Little Things Go”), Stars of the Lid (“Ballad of Distances Part 1”), Animal Collective (“What Would I Want? Sky,” with a Grateful Dead sample), The Dead Texan (“Taco Me Manque”), Explosions In The Sky (“Day Five”), I could go on.
I have a large collection of bluegrass music, classic rock, folk, and now a growing collection of new to me music. When you think about it, it’s a collection much like the collection of plants and flowers grown in a cottage garden; different colors, shapes, textures and sizes, different aromas, and yes, different sounds.
I’m grateful for my children, who teach me new things, introduce me to new music, and still let me kiss them goodnight.