"Bottle of scotch, a dime-bag, and a diamond watch."

Let me say this: I hate Country music. Taylor Swift, Keith Urban, all that shit. I can't stomach it one bit. It just packages everything simple and unworthwhile about American culture and delivers it over a VERY predictable and mediocre guitar riff. No, thank you.

But Bluegrass on the other hand. I love Bluegrass. In the past few years, I've gravitated way more to bluegrass than any other genre of music, even veering away from the Indie-Alternative scene I was pretty into for most of my life. And thankfully, it's seen a resurgence these days. Bands like Old Crow Medicine Show, who I am obsessed with, are highly accessible, which is wonderful. Lolla featured a stage that was nearly totally dedicated to Bluegrass music this year, and where we invariably ended up.

I've always speculated that I would like to live in the South, because of my love for Bluegrass music and the culture it manages to capture (albeit a culture that is nearly dead.) But lately I've decided it's probably not the South, but more like Appalachia that I dig. That sense of Americana is what I'm really into -- whiskey drinking, hard working, optimistic desperation. I love that! I even love the God they sing about, because they aren't singing to the Lord on Sunday. They are calling out from the bottom of the barrel for salvation.

Yesterday, I discovered The Felice Brothers, and have been listening to them non-stop. I love the singer's voice -- it sounds so old! And in searching for similar bands, I stumbled on the term "hipbilly" which is basically a cross of hillbilly and hipster. Well, consider this hipster a convert. I fly my hipbilly flag with pride!