Oh my golly, it was such a temptation!
And here, I suppose, is where I must make a teeny-tiny confession:
The temptation to record at least a smidgeon got a smidgeon too strong for me.
When the banjo picker asked the audience to join him in a refrain, I figured it'd be me I was recording (surely no problem with recording myself!)
I've got no such rationalization for the following short clip of the clogger.
Can you see how lively and lyrical?
Okay, well, that's the extent of my take-a-few-movies misbehavior (Not bad, I'd say, for a three-hour concert!)
We left the auditorium and ambled with the crowd through a light rain to a tent with food. I ate a veggie burger and sweet potato fries for my late supper. (Though it's possible I ate that food as an early midnight snack. I really can't say.)
We got more music! Recording allowed!
I talked that Yard Man into it,
even though we were (nearly)
complete nincompoops when it came to
this kind of dancing!