Bluegrass Fiddle Justice

        Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn’t rehab criminals with bluegrass fiddle justice.

        Think about it. If a man was to commit a bad crime and paroled only after he could demonstrate he’d transformed into a quality fiddler, it’d be a minimum sentence of ten years. The process would work all the meanness out of him, ’cause that fiddle is a beast.

        Once you’d learned how to play it you’d have the highest respect for the degree of difficulty, and it’d be so much fun you’d want to play all the time. For the back sliders parole violation would be a return to the Big House. But on the next go-round they wouldn’t be allowed to play. Instead they’d be incarcerated with a cell mate who had just started the fiddle from scratch. Our repeat offender couldn’t be released until their cellmate could cut the gig.

       Anyone who has lived in a house with a beginner violinist knows what I’m talking ’bout. After a few weeks even a hardened criminal would resort to helping his neighbor out, ’cause it’d be his only chance to get the h@## outta there.

        Play hard guys. I’m at IBMA this week, so it’ll be short posts only. Too much picking going on to write much, but I’ll be in touch.

Dr. B

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