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Went to a great concert last night, some guys called the “Rincon Ramblers,” which I know sounds like it’s just the root-tootinest thing since the washboard to most people, but it was a great concert. I swear my friends and I were the only ones our age in the place; everyone else was either fifteen years older or fifteen years younger. People my age just don’t listen to the good old music anymore; fortunately (or unfortunately if you want) I grew up with it, and like politics (which I’ll lay off for a while), music sticks with you from your childhood. My father always used to play great folk albums in our house; just a guy and a guitar, just singing poetry and playing poetry, and that music is still my favorite. I do love every kind of music, and I have been enjoying Jay-Z and Jimmy Eat World for a while — college broadened my musical taste almost instantly — but I always come back to folk music. It’s real music to me. That and Jazz. Jazz is the same way. Straight from the soul.

Back to the concert, The Rincon Ramblers are a very diverse group. They played everything from Irish fiddle tunes to straight out blues and bluegrass, so it was fun. The Irish tunes were my favorite, such a beat and energy and life. I feel like buying a tin whistle. But everything was good; just four great musicians having a good time. Thanks for inviting me Cindy; I had a great time, and I owe you a visit in Davis!