I met Mr. Simpkins when he was performing at a fest in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia in the early 90s. After hours, he and a buddy were wandering around the campgrounds and spotted me and my buds jammin' away and he asked if he could try my dawghouse. Knowing that he's in the upper snubbers of the bluegrass orbit I said, 'Of course!' He didn't even get to the chorus of the first tune and the D string blew apart. He handed back the bass and just walked away...nary a word from him. Thanks Ron. And thanks to you and your brother for the great music thru-out the years.
I met Mr. Simpkins when he was performing at a fest in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia in the early 90s. After hours, he and a buddy were wandering around the campgrounds and spotted me and my buds jammin' away and he asked if he could try my dawghouse. Knowing that he's in the upper snubbers of the bluegrass orbit I said, 'Of course!' He didn't even get to the chorus of the first tune and the D string blew apart. He handed back the bass and just walked away...nary a word from him. Thanks Ron. And thanks to you and your brother for the great music thru-out the years.