We used to not like bluegrass. It sounded rough to us. Too twangy, and a little too honest.
Then life got full. Mostly full of good things, but full enough that we were moving fast all the time and missing a lot of it.
Somewhere in there, the music started to sound different. Bluegrass isn’t polished, and nobody plays it alone. It’s a few people on a porch, listening to each other and keeping time. The rough edges are part of the sound.
We wanted more of that. Less rushing. More sitting down. Bluegrass Coffee started there, with a cup of coffee as a reason to stop for a minute and be with people.