When Walkin' In My Sleep came on it almost blew me out of my chair. Frank's mandolin sounds like it's coming from right between your ears. Bob Black sounds crystal clear and your fiddle rips right through your chest. I had to pour a drink and settle down. That's the way Bluegrass...
When Walkin' In My Sleep came on it almost blew me out of my chair. Frank's mandolin sounds like it's coming from right between your ears. Bob Black sounds crystal clear and your fiddle rips right through your chest. I had to pour a drink and settle down. That's the way Bluegrass...
‘In the lounge,’ said Aunt Petunia promptly, ‘waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.’ ‘Good, good. And Dudley?’ ‘I’ll be waiting to open the door.’ Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. ‘May I take your coats, Mr and Mrs Mason?’ ‘They’ll love him!’...