an open letter to...

My mom: Thank you for buying that 1976 Bicentennial Honda in 1977 because it was cheap.
Nu-Folk musicians: Thank you for writing the music that has inspired me to try something new.
My banjo instructor: Thank you teaching me that it's never too late to start something, and welcoming me into a community that I never thought I'd be a part of.
The Avett Brothers: Denouncing November Blue is officially the first song I have learned to play along with. You know I'm never going to forget that.
My neighbors: I'm really sorry. I know it's loud, but I'm not going to stop.