Many weeks ago Banjo Man declared that he wanted to go to a bluegrass concert. For his birthday. Because there would be a…wait for it…banjo.

The Travelin McCoury’s were coming to town.

The who?

I had no idea. But there would be a you-know-what on stage and that was all that mattered.

Brother George was in town, so he joined Dancing Mandolin Player and her boyfriend Bob for the show, too.

The musicians–playing banjo, guitar, mandolin, bass and fiddle–were all at the top of their field. Amazing, even. We were in awe of such talent.

I did not recognize one song because my Pandora playlists don’t play that kind of bluegrass. My tastes run to “rockygrass” and other variations that are a bit more modern and a lot more crazy.

But it was a fabulous, joyful show and everyone left smiling. That’s always a good thing!