My Name Is MandoMama, And I'm Here Because...
I am a music enabler. I am co-musically dependent and try to get other people to take on my music as their own. When I meet a musician or other musical enablers, I feel a bond.
But it's getting a little out of hand. I wrote to a couple of my friends today to announce I had developed a crush on the autoattendant voice of The Toronto Symphony.
I have a serious musical problem.
And it's getting worse.
One of my friends confessed to occasionally tuning in to the bluegrass cable station. The Cleveland Orchestra's Blossom Festival doesn't start for two months but I have the schedule on the fridge. And on Thursday, I will go straight from the annual meeting of one of our clients to The Beachland, where I'll enjoy The Gibson Brothers with a tolerant and musically adventurous pal. Still in my work clothes. I just can't stop.
The Gibsons have been around a while and have featured the best bluegrass musicians on their Sugar Hill recordings. I'm looking forward to seeing them in the intimate Beachland Tavern and taking in some of the tunes from their latest release, Iron & Diamonds.
Dontcha want to come too? You know you do. This is good old-fashioned bluegrass from New York's bit of Appalachia. Makes me almost feel normal to think a couple of guys further north made their whole life out of this stuff. Take a listen to the title track from Iron & Diamonds, or check out the title track from their last release, Red Letter Day.
Not convinced? Just ask Blueberry about the Mother Truckers who will be following up the Gibson Brothers set, and somewhere in there, our own Hayshaker Jones, a local Americana torch band featuring one of the best steel pedal guys I've seen 'round these parts. And the band is fun and friendly and sincere.
Take the steps with me, come along and hear some live bluegrass.