Normally if I hear people having a conversation about progressive bluegrass bands I have to fight the simmering, impulsive, almost uncontrollable urge to admonish hippies because a. I hate hippies and b. there’s a good chance the people talking about it are hippies and hippies should just be quiet. I’m not sure why granola lovers love bluegrass-ish jams so much, maybe it’s because the music is chill (man), or maybe it’s because when most of these bands perform live (Phish, String Cheese Incident, moe, Widespread Panic, etc) they go on nonsensical 25 minute wank fests that gives hippies time to score more acid and have full blown conversations with trees about how they haven’t showered in weeks and exactly how much their retro VW bug van rules. Trampled by Turtles are often lumped in with those aforementioned dignitaries primarily because they play the same summer festivals where high school drop-outs converge to feel welcome in their own little special society, still talk about how much they hate Bush, and release an unimaginable, recalcitrant stench that is 75% worse for the ozone than all of the greenhouses gasses the evil corporations they so hate produce in 5 years.
that;s awful hans
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