Oh Mr. Webster could never define what's being said between your heart and mine.

My Poor Old Heart, Forget About It.

You know, if you really want to fiddle the old-time way, you've got to learn the dance. The contra-dances, hoedowns. It's all in the rhythm of the bow. The great North Carolina fiddle player Tommy Jarrell said, 'If a feller can't bow, he'll never make a fiddler. He might make a violin player, but he'll never make no fiddler.'

You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all straw hats and hay bales and not necessarily the most sophisticated form of music. Yet you can't help responding to its honesty. It's music that finds its way deep into your soul because it's strings vibrating against wood and nothing else.

You have no idea what this means! Thanks, folks.

Lonely Runs Both Ways. It's amazing to win for (Country) Album of the Year because we kind of just make albums for ourselves.