The great Doc Watson passed on yesterday in North Carolina. He was a good man, and loved people. Takes that and more to stay out on the road, in and among crowds when most folks his age have found a chair they like and taken to sitting in it.
I was lucky enough to have seen him live several times, last at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass in San Francisco in 2010. It’s a thing knowing I’ll never come across him again, hooting and plucking, in Hellman or any other Hollow.
Aw old hoss…I’ll miss you. Buck on.
A track not entirely representational of his vast skill, but which gets on how I’m feeling right now.