"Livin' up, honey, it ain't that bad"

Everyone who knows me knows that I would rather not listen to music than listen to country music--and by country, I mean the pop-country that every other radio station plays--I think of Tim McGraw, Carrie Underwood, Brad Paisley, etc., etc. Ugh. I don't know why I can't stand it, but I can't. I do, however, love bluegrass music. I don't just enjoy listening to it, because I can never just listen to it; it infuses me with such energy that my entire body becomes a part of it and my feet and heart beat to its rhythm, like when I listen to this song:

Trampled by Turtles, Pert Near Sandstone, Charlie Parr, Beet Root Stew, etc., etc.--all great bands that make me feel so alive. And seeing them in concert is always an entirely sensuous experience that I can never seem to get enough of. I haven't seen Trampled by Turtles live, yet, but I sure plan on it.