It is such a nice day out there, and the weekend promises more of the same. So I was inspired to start looking for songs about spring to kick off our Friday night. Unfortunately, I kept finding nothing out there but sappy songs about chirping bluebirds and blooming daffodils and l’il puppy dogs, and I thought y’all deserved better than that.
Then I remembered this. There ain’t a word about spring in it. There ain’t a word in it at all. But it has the spirit of spring in it nonetheless. The guitar picker is a young rising star in the bluegrass world by the name of Sierra Hull. Enjoy, because they sure do.
(And please. If you want to talk politics, stick to the earlier thread. On this thread, it’s time to lay down the sword and shield and pick up something musical.)
– Jay Bookman