oh i wonder

so p and i officially love stained grass bluegrass. i think. we've listened to it almost every sunday for maybe two or three months. at first, we sort of made fun of it. not that it was bad, but it was just so easy to mock; twangy accents, people using the word "ain't", and no one taking themselves seriously. well, now when we get up on sunday morning, we turn it on and just listen. i've always loved the sound of a banjo, but never thought i'd develop such an appreciation for the fiddle. i still don't know the first thing about bluegrass, but i have decided i like it.

hooray for late-onset virginia roots.