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The author (ri en. dying . ea. morn.
Easter sunshine through his own inner haze.
mperatures were high, a so were the
spirits, all weekend in Union Grove.
or three days.
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April 28, 1977
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Well, at least this year, I was prepared. La
really know what to expect. A bluegrass featly
Bluegrass, for christ sake in North Car•
mountains, redneck-territory, North Carolina.
crew-cut, red-faced, 50-year-old men, belting
crap out of young, Yankee hippies who had t
Boy, was I wrong.
But like I said, this year I knew better.
The Annual Old-Time Fiddlers' Convention
draws about 125,000 people (or more) every yea
annually since 1924. And the crowd is far fro
down to it, there's really no kind of generallza
make, except that: 1) they're big; and 2) the
The Fiddlers' Convention draws a little bi
women who don't do anything harder than Jac
who hitch a couple hundred miles down and h
The Convention is actually a competition
come from as far as Seattle, Washington, to ent
is. But with over 100,000 people, 100 bands,
drugs than anybody can possibly know what t
becomes just a sidelight. The whole thing is jus
third largest city in North Carolina, they Claim,
your brain's not fried by the time you leave--
y'selves a good time, now, did ya?
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By Ed Perron