The many incarnations of C.B.A.
I've just arrived back home after spending the past few days down in Newquay at the Cornish Bluegrass Festival. It's a strange little community to be thrown into the middle of without really knowing what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The music on the whole was excellent, and the people I spoke to were all very friendly indeed.
The best bands for me were Four Wheel Drive, and The Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys, both of whom used a one-microphone arrangement while performing. This meant that each musician had to swoop in and out of range of a singular microphone to make their instrument make an appropriate level of noise at each moment, which made things a lot more interesting to watch (the majority of the other bands were never going to win any awards for showmanship, but that's not necessarily what the music is about). The choreography involved in some of the songs was rather impressive.
I left the weekend happy after hearing Duelling Banjos (played on Real Life Banjo's) and Man Of Constant Sorrow (the song that the Soggy Bottom Boys sing in 'O Brother, Where Art Thou?'). I was a little perturbed at the way the female performs all refer to the male half of their biological makeup as 'Daddy' in a rather sinisterly unhealthy fashion, but apart from that, I was anything but disturbed by the happenings of the weekend.
My hair has grown inexorably long, and for a reason unknown to myself, I've told Joey I won't cut it until February. This is obviously lies, and I'm going to the hairdressers on Tuesday to sort this barnacle of shame out. If I was anywhere other than a Bluegrass Festival this weekend, I might have looked a bit weird with this unwieldy set of locks.
The only other thing that really sticks out from this weekend (except for my hair) is the t-shirts people were wearing which related to the Cornish Bluegrass Association. Each shirt was laden with the associations' abbreviation (C.B.A), and with me being a bit of a nerd, and a lover of the Acronym, the only thing I could think of whenever I saw one of the shirts is "Can't Be Arsed". My mind is an odd place.
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