Bluegrass has been pulling at my heart strings since day one, thanks to my parents, though mostly to my mum. She was brought up on bluegrass, as her dad played banjo, mandolin, and guitar in multiple bluegrass groups. Whenever I hear a banjo, mandolin, or upright bass playing that delicious, upbeat twang I get butterfliesContinue reading “Eight Dollar Mountain at The Brickroom”