A lot of people describe bluegrass as heartfelt, but I’ve heard heartfelt, and bluegrass ain’t exactly it. It’s got no private heart. It’s social, from all those years of front-porch picking with your family or buddies in it, all that white country church. You feel sorrow and loss in bluegrass—hell, it’s three-fourths about loss—of the cabin on the hill, the yellow-haired child, the mama and daddy, the old time-ways. But the music seems to be speaking for a whole bunch of people, not just for itself.
- Come and Go, Molly Snow by Mary Ann Taylor-Hall