Saturday, March 31, 2012

Steve Martin on Earl Scruggs.

Some nights he had the stars of North Carolina shooting from his fingertips. Before him, no one had ever played the banjo like he did. After him, everyone played the banjo like he did, or at least tried. -Steve Martin, NewYorker Blogs.

Around 67/68, we came out of the Rialto/Venetian - a few feet away from a Dillinger crime - with imaginary guns blazing as we left Bonnie & Clyde on the wings of Flatt and Scruggs' Foggy Mountain Breakdown - the music was like from Mars - familiar and alien! Picket Earl Scruggs - play on in the ether!

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/01/steve-martin-earl-scruggs.html#ixzz1qi0HoYr6

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