Just back from Magfest. I've got lots of great memories of the week (the John Prine set was really good!), but one of my favorites was the slack jawed look of amazement my non-bluegrass'n brother-in-law gave me about two blazingly fast songs into the Travelin' McCoury's set. Those boys were so fast and so precise, they created a new convert right then and there.
We serendipitously found ourselves camped adjacent to these fellows, too. They put on some great late night performances by the campfire.
These boys are a bit out of my league, so I wound up listening more than picking at this years festival, but I've got no complaints. It was great time as usual.