We attended our first and last so-called bluegrass festival in Madrid. It is quite obvious this area doesn’t know the difference between a musical event and a camporee and dog show. With the …
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We attended our first and last so-called bluegrass festival in Madrid. It is quite obvious this area doesn’t know the difference between a musical event and a camporee and dog show. With the exception of a screeching electric fiddle, there was no “parking-lot pickin’.” Our disappointment continued with some big lug doing country parodies on a makeshift stage along with a group trying to look like ministers who should have stayed in the “barn.” It seems the Brass Firemen were the only act to bring the people out of their campers.