To the Tallahassee Mudcatters, I offer my sincere apologies. Due to multiple problems (including some torrential Florida downpours), I did not get to the Warehouse until after 10 PM. The only residents of the backroom were a circle of bluegrass jammers. I suppose everyone from the Mudcat left well before then. I listened for about an hour and travelled back to Panama City.

There were three particularly good players, one on guitar, one on mandolin, and one on banjo. I was surprised there were no fiddle players. I also never figured out the dynamics. Different people started different tunes, but they didn't go around the circle and there seemed no method to how the decision was made.

Again, I'm sorry for not making the scene on time.

Roger in Baltimore