I was just a little kid about five or six when I discovered country music with fiddles, banjos and great big old Martin dreadnaughts.
Some folks think that’s where I took a wrong turn and was doomed to seeking out the thrills of roots music in places like Greenwich Village and coffee houses, blues joints and and bars featuring rude musicians playing raw music all across this nation.
From the Gaslight to the Freight and Salvage.
Now I live in the Dallas/Fort Worth area which may not have as much live music as Austin with it’s Sixth Street but its got the Granada Theater and the Kessler Auditorium.
Last year Tina and I saw one of the finest groups of roots musicians touring today, a group that keeps the old time music fresh and alive. The Carolina Chocolate Drops.