Vassar is one of my heros. Not only does his soul shine through his playing, but through his words and personality. Vassar feels like family.
I've seen Vassar play several times a year for the last several years around Florida. I've seen him play with many of the best, and no matter how spectacular the lineup, Vassar is always central to the soul of the music. I actually flew to Springfest last weekend hoping to see him play. His diagnosis came just before the show. Not only was Vassar ill, but terrible storms came through Live Oak flooding the stages, injuring some festivalgoers, and taking all the music inside a hot crowded box.
During Mike Marshalls set a song was dedicated to Vassar, and I saw tears running down his chest as he played for Vassar.
Easter Morning Tony Rice, Bela Fleck, Mike Marshall, Darol Anger and others played a fantastic "Lonesome Fiddle Blues" for Vassar after a short tape of his fiddle.
The outpouring of grief in the festivalgrounds was moving. Though I was unable to see Vassar this year, I was glad to be near to those who love him. There are many of us.
Micah
A bit of advice given to a young native upon initiation:
As you go the way of life, you will come across a great chasm. Jump! It's not as far as you think.
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