
I love bluegrass music. A good bluegrass instrumental with a banjo, fiddle and a guitar stirs me. This love goes all the way back to my childhood since my parents loved it too, even back in USSR. Besides, I'm also a Southerner -- I come from a land of plentiful sunshine, blue sea, good food and beautiful women.
Of course, with me living in New York City, people who share my appreciation for this music are hard to come by. In fact, when I say "I love bluegrass", I get weird looks, so I started saying it just for spite. One of the girls I went out with told me she thinks that only "those people" could come up with something this disgusting. "What do you listen to?" "Everything, except country" "Why except country?" She couldn't explain. She couldn't fathom how a person living in Brooklyn could like country bluegrass and, alas, she didn't last long, not for the music comments of course, but for otherwise lack of character.
So there it is -- I'm a Russian guy living in New York who, amongst so many other things, likes country bluegrass instrumentals. And pround of it.