Telluride Bluegrass Festival
It all started with a really, really cool, er, little person,dwarf, or better stated- a little giant! Yes, I believe that’s what they called him in the old school, Jack the Little Giant. Jack was a little dude who liked to build big speakers. When he wasnt building big speakers, he was dancing in front of them. I often wondered which had more electricity flowing through their circuitry, Jack or the JBLs. So it was that it seemed like a good idea one June afternoon after completing an 11 year stint in college to see what the buzz was all about at Telluride Bluegrass Festival. I must admit I wasn’t sure what would become of this trip, but to give you a hint, I’m still working that part out. Oblivious really to all of the great acts and stunning views, I can safely say I came to Telluride kinda naive. Telluride Bluegrass made such an environ of music, friends & food that I felt like I was in an outdoor lounge tailor made to my expectations, if I’d had any. At nearly every turn was revealed a tune, a taste or a tone of the familiar comfort of where I wanted to be. Not much has changed. The lineups still astound. My favorite part of TBF is getting blown away by bands/performers I’ve never heard of. It happened then & it’s happening now. Sure we miss the grand ol company of our beloved John Hartford, Charles Sawtelle & Captain Jack, but they all recline with us each solstice weekend. We are fortunate to have been blessed with their company, rest assured they wouldn’t be wantin us to miss whats to come in this years Festival. I hope to be writin’ to you again when the first wooden notes spill outta those house speakers. The Little Giant’d be proud!