...haven't gotten 'round to writing yet, and the story behind it, if there is one.
Here's mine. A little over 20 years ago, when I first started pickin' and grinnin', and bowin' too, I went to the Straberry Festival with my buddy and Guitar picker/Banjo plucker friend Jon. We camped the night, and in the morning, we got in the pancake line and loaded up. I stepped up to the big ol' tub o' butter, rarin' to slather big ol' hunks on top of the pile, but it was a fairly cold morning, and the butter wasn't quite soft and maleable enough to jsut scoop up. I was having a fair amount of trouble with, when I heard a voice booming behind me saying "Whip that butter!" I turned around and lo and behold, there was Byron Berline waiting behind me, and giving me sound advice on how to handle a cold tub o' butter.
Always thought "Whip That Butter" would make a great fiddle tune, but I've never gotten around to writing it.
And how 'bout y'all?










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