I don't know if it's southerners in general, or just me. But I'm of the inclination to believe that we hold a monopoly on certain traditions/ideas/subject matters. Such as:
*Cornbread must always be prepared in a well-seasoned cast iron skillet. This is in the Bible somewhere, or maybe God just whispered it in my ear. (And in the ears of all self-respecting, cornbread making southerners.)
*You have to love either Moon Pies or Stuckey's Pecan Logs.
I'm a Pecan Log gal myself. Stuckey's is an institution of Dixie greatness, indeed.
*Sweet tea is the housewine of the South, and it's more delicious when served in a Mason jar.
These are unwritten southern rules. Except I take them to heart and write them down. You see, I want my daughters to grow up and raise daughters who appreciate a well-seasoned cast iron skillet. I want my grandchildren to love sweet tea and Stuckey's pecan rolls. In moderation, of course.
Yet sometimes I realize we southerners (or maybe it's just me!) tend to believe it's our way or the highway. Yeah, we (me) can be kinda territorial. I admit it. Especially when it comes to music. Especially when that music is bluegrass.
We love our accoustic twang. We love this branch of music that was brought to the Americas by the Irish and the English and the Scots. (Thank you, Irish, English, and Scots!) We love that we took that music and made it our own. And we love Alison Krauss & Union Station, and our beloved Ralph Stanley, as well.
So when a friend sent me the following video, I immediately grew into some maturity, expanded my worldview, and remarked, "Well...who knew the Chinese were southerners, too?"
This is probably one of the best videos I've ever watched on You Tube, as this is what music is all about.
I want to invite each and every one of these amazing musicians to my home. For sweet tea, cornbread, and a pecan roll from Stuckey's. And a big ol' hug from me.
Yee-haw, y'all. Brilliant simplicity. Oh, how I love it.