#33 in our series. Bluegrass Does It All

—in which we demonstrate that bluegrass music encompasses everything—

“Hey Weimerika, you do remember what came after the Weimar Republic, don’t you?”

Flatt and Scruggs tackled the gender confusion issue long before it got sequined and subsidized. Back in the Sixties—when hair length alone could scandalize the supper table—they were already plucking at the threads of coming trends. Say what you will, but the banjo don’t lie.

So once again, we return to our sometime theme:

When everything old is new again.

To that end, allow me a seasonal proverb. From 16:18, that dusty old Hebrew chestnut:

PRIDE GOETH BEFORE THE (sic) FALL.

There are 33 proverbs in that book.

33 was the year Our Savior died.

This is the 33rd installment of this humble bluegrass series.

Coincidence? Or another wink from Jung on the first day of Pride Month?

And speaking of Pride Month—

Why June? Why the best month of the year?

Why commandeer the rainbow, that once-glorious arc of post-diluvian promise?

Why hijack the Solstice, the birthday of John the Baptist, and the full moon of traditional marriage rites?

Why not August—humid, waning, discontented August—where Pride could better precede the Fall?

But no. They took June. They took the rainbow.

And they’ll take the dog days too, if no one says a word.

So let this be that word.

Now goeth to hell, all of ye.

—The Right Reverend James Groady

Evangelist of Bluegrass

Council-of-Concerned-Conservationists