At some point, the bigwigs in Nashville decided
too much twang would turn off the customers
now used to the bland, the clear, the sweeping
pop voices. Between the yelp and holler,
the growl and lilt, the fiddle and banjo, the flat-
out proclamations–something had to go.
Thank you,, Bill Monroe and Flatt & Scruggs, 
for celebrating the off-beat tones, the melting-pot
roots–making a home under the umbrella,
bluegrass, where folks could make these
queer and country sounds.