The Planet remained unpeopleated, only Princess and Ella remained,
Ferg, Maple and Ranger begrudging left their home.
A flood of biblical proportions swept the land, which was scoured to it's core.
Buildings stood tall to nature's onslaugh; but, one was lost....
The Pavilion teeters; but has been stabilized, and will again one day house brilliance.
The Stage Stands Strong (we even have to agree with the flood insurance adjusters that $1,000 reimbursement damage is fair).
Ferg and Thor (Chad) returned to The Planet, hours after being chased out, Ferg to collect dogs, and Chad to bring a backhoe and generator. Work began.
Disaster appeared to encompass The Land.
But, that was not so.
Some have doubted.
Festivarians did not.
Planet Bluegrass did not.
The complete frontal assault to Planet Bluegrass is real; and we need help; and, we know we'll get it.
But, the days of "disaster" are hereby behind us. Magic and power lie ahead.
We're going to tell you a bit in the coming days what our plans are and how you can help.
In the meantime, and breaking with recent traditions, we will soon announce our first artist to perform at this year's festival....
Uh, huh....
You know, just to make sure you know every little thing is gonna be alright...
Listening to:
backhoes, lots of backhoes.... ding, ding, ding in reverse... many days of backhoes
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