My Long and Winding Road | Mandolin Cafe

by | 6 Dec, 2008

Blessed are those born on raised on the mountain writes Bill Graham for the Mandolin Cafe

Some of us had to walk a long way across the flatlands to get there. But we do, because the mountain just keeps calling. And unlike most of society, we are not afraid to climb it. That’s how I feel about Bill Monroe.

There are mandolin players contributing to Mandolin Cafe discussions who heard Monroe records on the home stereo when they were in the cradle. They spent their teen years refining their copies of his licks on their mandolins. Saying hi to Bill at a festival was as common to them as morning coffee. They jammed with him at Bean Blossom.

There are mandolin players contributing to Mandolin Cafe discussions who heard Monroe records on the home stereo when they were in the cradle. They spent their teen years refining their copies of his licks on their mandolins. Saying hi to Bill at a festival was as common to them as morning coffee. They jammed with him at Bean Blossom.

I envy those people and I respect the stories they have to tell.

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