Hillbilly

I have a confession.  I am a closet Appalachia/Bluegrass music fan.  I know, I know, but something about that banjo and the dulcimer.  You know, like the music in Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

Someday I would love to research the origins of it.  The Music, not the movie.  The inspiration for that is Homer.  Noah laughs at me when I say stuff like that.  But I am serious.  You know, when I have brain space again.  If I would have to guess, I would say there is a fair amount of Irish influence.  Think of it, with all that fiddle.

So this afternoon after succumbing to the bananas that were starring at me (I'll be gone all day tomorrow, the least I could do is leave them a batch of banana bread muffins), I turned on our "local" public radio station and was greeted by the banjo, fiddle, and a little duclimer.  I must admit, I felt a bit hillbilly.  But I kinda like that feeling on a Sunday afternoon.

And as I mixed and mashed, I looked down ans saw I was dressed for the part as well.  Here I was, listening to the banjo, tapping my toes, and I also had on my apron made out of a 1930's feed sack.  The one from a Purian chick starter feed bag.

Hillbilly I tell ya.