For our readers who enjoyed Richard Thompson’s IBMA travelogue entries, here’s another that you may enjoy.
Hardy tells the tail of trying to sleep on a jamming floor in the Renaissance Hotel. He light heartedly describes the jammers on his floor as “persistent and pesky.” He laments the fact that official activities kept him to busy to participate.
Expressing a feeling well known to IBMA attendees, Hardy describes the way he feels late in the week.
By Saturday morning, I was a stranger to myself. I can’t remember the last time I had been so sleep deprived.
After relating stories of sleepless nights, unhelpful hotel staff, and exploding eggs, Hardy closes with this paragraph.
Will I go again next year? Heck yeah! IBMA is the epicenter of bluegrass music and I can’t imagine a life without it.
Read the entire entry here.