Tonight was neighborhood Opry night, what is become my regular Thursday evening happy place. I didn’t know much about Bluegrass music up until a few weeks ago when I was invited to a circle of musicians that have been meeting regularly for years and years just a five minute drive away from my home. I was accepted immediately, which made my heart full but had not had the courage to even bring a guitar. Tonight I played two of my originals in the round. My music is quite a bit different from the sounds of Appalachia, but I can already tell that this new association is going to influence how I see music and how I create it. I listen to Bluegrass now in the car, trying to learn the songs that I hear during these jam sessions and discovering new to me artists that made their way to heaven or hell sometimes long before I was born.

I had such a wonderful time tonight with some of the best Bluegrass players this side of Nashville. So much fun learning Bluegrass songs. Grateful to be accepted into the circle. I may (in my mind) not play guitar good enough to be there, but I can sing.

…and I sang.