Last summer, late at night in the far reaches of a Bluegrass festival field, I saw and heard a collection of Cape Breton campers playing together. The upright bass player was a smallish woman around thirty. She played that huge instrument like it was her dancing partner, leaning in, then away, giving it a little twirl, stepping around it. I've never seen such an energetic interaction with a bass - hope to see her and her crew again this summer.