Twanged out: I was going to blog on my bluegrass experiences this weekend. Ended up swamped on Saturday and today, well, the weather was an incredible gift requiring me to spend every possible moment outside. However, I did make it for a few hours to the Sheraton Music City Hotel to wander around the annual national convention of the Society for the Preservation of Bluegrass Music in America, SPBGMA. Every hallway of the hotel is lined with little groups of jamming pickers and fiddlers. Hundreds of people from all over the country who get together once a year to wander around and play bluegrass music with one another. The organization is made up of the different groups which put on local bluegrass festivals. These are the hardcore defenders of the genre. Not that it needs defending these days. It’s like Sunday night at the Station Inn on steroids.