Railroad Earth

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass makes me think I don’t know what bluegrass really is.

There is a very well-to-do person who loves the idea of a lots of free  blue grass music, dirty pot-smoking hippies, and peacefully, but loudly,  taking over the Golden Gate Park for one weekend a year.  They call this phenomenon “Hardly Strictly Bluegrass”. Although I am still trying, and failing, to become a bluegrass fan, Curtis (+ all of his work buddies) were going. How could I really turn down my first big California Dirty Hippie festival anyhow?