Uniquely Nashville

Uniquely Nashville: Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but one of the most fascinating annual events held in Nashville is coming up this weekend, and very few locals will even know it happens. Each year, the national organization comprised of individuals who run local bluegrass festivals (yes, there is an association for everything) has a convention at the Sheraton Music City (near the airport). The organization is called The Society for the Preservation of Bluegrass Music in America, but most people attending the convention call it something that sounds like, “Spig-ma.”

I’ve never actually been inside a Spig-ma convention meeting, but I’ve made lots of visits to the lobby and hallways of the Sheraton during the annual convention. (I just remembered, I’ve even blogged it before.) I don’t know how to describe it. If you’ve ever heard a few bluegrass pickers jamming, imagine a few dozen groups of such jammers picking in every hallway, corner and stairwell in a large hotel. Fortunately, every room in the hotel is booked by convention attendees as a civilian walking into this scene would equate the experience to an episode of the Twilight Zone.

I’ll be going out to the Sheraton with the fiddler (she’s home this weekend) and the mandolin player from my house. They always enjoy jamming with the oldtimers. I enjoy them enjoying it.