"Tim why were you walking home when you could have been driving home in your awesome car?"
Well, I was watching a bluegrass band play at a bar that was not very far away from my apartment (sidenote: Today I thought about starting to call my apartment Yavin 4, or, Hoth). I never cease to be amazed by bluegrass music. I love its simple lyrics, technical playing, and twangy tone that grates on my ears in a way that is inexplicably pleasant. If I were going to write my own creation myth, I would have something like this:
A Thunder Storm fell in love with the Mountains. They had a child, and the child's name was Bluegrass. Bluegrass mostly resembled the Mountains, but in his most emotional and honest moments, he resembled the Thunder Storm.
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