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Weiser Bluegrass Festival

Never been to a festival before But agreed to go with AL to Weiser I had no idea what was in store The way Al described it, was a teaser The Weiser Festival is a week long We stayed in Al’s camper; kept the cost down On this kind of trip, I couldn’t go wrong All night playing music in the campground I mostly played folk, wasn’t bluegrass wise I’d had the mandolin less than a year We stopped on the way and bought our supplies And that included four cases of beer Al said, “When the campground picking begins, “Playing circles will be formed all about” “If the group is tight, you don’t just barge in” Join an outer circle and check things out” That first night, I couldn’t believe my eyes From circle to circle the pickers go The whole jamming scene was homogenized I just stuck with Al and went with the flow The music’s was great, joined in where I could But playing Bluegrass isn’t that easy In bed at four, couldn’t go when I should Couldn't sleep, the music wouldn’t let me Sleep half the day; take it slow; there’s no strife You’re ready for the picking to begin I got hooked, that night, on bluegrass for life And given a choice, I’d do it again A hot bluegrass band had a circle tight Al had set it up for me to enter I didn’t know Al had made it alright But there I was, in circle’s dead center Inside that circle, music all around An experience that no one can buy Before long I was consumed by the sound I experienced a “musical high” That’s how I got hooked; became such a fan Before I knew it, Bluegrass became king Now today, I have my own Bluegrass band I'm playing the music; doing my thing!