Daytime at the Telluride Bluegrass Festival is by turns hot, dusty, rainy, muddy, and… festive. The music flows from every corner. Flatlanders labor to breathe. A little beer and Jameson go straight to the head. This is not sea level. This is not your beautiful house. This is 9000 feet.
Daytime at The Festival means early morning runs to reserve tarp space and afternoon runs to fetch snacks and jackets. It means bagels from the big red bakery and festivarians picnicking by the river. The whole experience is about so much more than music, yet the music is unforgettable. This year, so many great acts.
Can’t stop listening to the Head and the Heart.
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