Five guys walk out onto the stage, nonchalantly with their instruments of choice, and start to play.
Once the strings started plucking, the banjo’s began to wail, and the night of bluegrass music from the Punch Brothers commenced, I was captivated.
From seemingly humble roots these fellas played with a down home Southern enthusiasm my ears hadn’t heard before. Then I learned they all are from Brooklyn, New York.
It just goes to show how deep the roots of bluegrass music are in this country, from the northern coast of Maine to the purple sunsets over Alabama, from the crag rocks of Oregon to the humid Cincinnati riverfront, bluegrass music speaks deeply to us all.
Let the Rye whiskey flow down your soul, and enjoy the mellow pickins of The Punch Brothers. 

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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