Today I was able to venture into a beautiful section of wild Florida. I sat completely still in a tree stand, among thirty foot pines, a small pond and the Nassau river to my back. Remaining silent as nature sang it’s song all around me. Insects chirping, bullfrogs croaking, blue jays squawking. The crows all seemed to have a convention to go to. A multitude flying the same direction, cawing the whole way. My reason for being in the woods was predatory. Feral hogs were my prey. (Find out more about them here: https://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/uw322) I’ve avoided factory farmed meat for a little over a month. While I’ve not been completely strict with it, I’ve cut my meat consumption down by a solid 75% or so. By doing this I’ve created a stronger desire than ever to hunt and harvest my own meat. While I didn’t see any hogs, I enjoyed myself immensely. Spending time in the great outdoors is always such a pleasure, and being in touch with where your meat comes from should be a part of every carnivore’s life. I’ve got a few other hog hunts lined up, can’t wait to put meat back in my diet. – Brett
GCM was offered a direct audition with the producers of America’s Got Talent. NBC contacted us, with no prodding on our part, to come audition for the show. No lines, no waiting with the clueless masses who don’t know they suck. How tempting, a chance at national TV exposure for our little bluegrass band from Jacksonville. But we read the contract, in fact, we read it several times. The rights to our live performance, recordings, merchandise, publishing and touring are all things they would be requesting control of past a certain point on the program. These rights are the lifeblood of any successful artist, and we have decided signing them away to a giant corporation is not the way we want to find success. We have faith in our music, in our skill and in ourselves. We have decided participating in the exploitative, circus-like spectacle of America’s Got Talent is not the road we want to travel, and we will do just fine without it. After much consideration, this is the most informed choice we can make. And frankly, we don’t think we would be doing any great favors to music or art by acknowledging these kinds of popularity contests as worthwhile deciders of talent. We hope all our friends and fans will support us in this decision. Fuck the TV.
Jacksonville area trio Grandpa’s Cough Medicine just made their Orlando debut (Nov. 29, Will’s Pub). As you may have divined from their moniker, they’re a traditional bluegrass band. Comprised of banjo, acoustic guitar and stand-up bass, this combo is both true blue and amazingly talented. Like any authentic bluegrass act, those instruments aren’t just up there for looks or texture. In technically skilled hands like these, they’re weapons of expression. And there’s nothing like seeing masters at work, especially when they blaze the more storming end of the genre’s spectrum as these guys do. Between the banjoist and guitarist, in particular, were some real acoustic fireworks. They’re without the flash of rock amplification, but there’s at least as much technical dazzle here as most rock or metal shredders. And every time they go on one of their breathless tears, all I wanna do is dust the sheriff in my General Lee. The blend of rigor and ease with which these boys play is simply jaw dropping.
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