Bluegrass music is the music of the people, by the people, and for the people. Since I am a people, I claim the inalienable right to make it my music. I claim the right to copy, pirate, steal, and by any other devious means at hand, make any song, tune, or performance my own.

I further freely admit that I don't give a rap what anyone thinks of my moral turpitude or character flaws when I am caught pirating other peoples music. The creator did not see fit to endow me with any measure of talent or creativity therefore I must stoop to new lows in my quest for mastery in my music.

I further wish to state that if you don't want me to pirate, steal, or copy your best songs then do not do them in my presence.

Upon recent reflection I felt it necessary to explain how I reached this level of degredation. Until the early eighties I was a well respected country boy with a love of good music. I became acquainted with people of bluegrass such as Tom Ludwick, Jerry Watts, Raymie Moore, (The Leon Valley Bluegrass), Larry White, Nolen Vest, Eddie Vaughn, John Seale, Albert Seale (ALPO) and etc.... all people of questionable character.

I have known these people to pick their music until well into the morning hours at divers places. Any self respecting, honest individual knows that late nighters are not very good role models. These people led me to deprive my body of much needed rest just for the sake of picking one more. I stayed up until I was afraid to open my eyes for fear that I would bleed to death. The cold, damp, night air always succeeded in giving me a very bad cold which generally turned to pneumonia.

I don't expect you that haven't been bitten by the grass bug to understand my condition. To be perfectly honest, if you don't like grass, I don't care whether you understand or not.