I've been reading this thread for several days and I really don't know how to respond. Losing Earl Scruggs reminds me of losing Skeeter Skelton. I was bummed out for a long time when Old Skeet died. And I'll be sad about Earl's passing for quite some time.
I enjoyed listening to Flatt & Scruggs on The Beverly Hillbillies, but it wasn't until I heard Foggy Mountain Breakdown that I really connected with the banjo and bluegrass music. Unfortunately, I've never come close to learning to play the banjo. Heck, I have trouble playing the RADIO.
I've listened to bluegrass everywhere I've ever been, when it was popular and also when I was the only one in the crowd that liked it. I drug my banjo to Kosovo and to Afghanistan, amusing many folks with the odd instrument carried by the strange American.
I've spent many hours listening to the music, as well as many dollars going to concerts, festivals, and events. In my younger years, I'd set up, trying to tune in the Grand Old Opry, just for the pleasure of hearing Lester and Earl pick one for Martha White Flour.
No matter where I was, or what was happening in my life, always, always, the music of Earl Scruggs has been with me, to cheer me up, and to inspire me.
Rest in peace, you fine gentle banjo player. You have touched millions throughout the years, and all for the better.
He'll have plenty of friends on the other side.
