I used to go flea marketing for pocket watches through the Appalachians with an old banjo picker. I never minded the music but the delivery was strange to me. So deadpan, as if they had to punch a clock before playing the song. His grandson- my nephew- took up banjo, and now he and his cute mandolin-playing girlfriend have a newgrass quartet. They perform like hipsters in that shoegaze style. Locally, there's a newgrass quartet that constantly tours on and off the island and they show up at these private parties that I play at; they perform in a close huddle, all facing each other. Again, good music, but it seems like they don't want anyone around to hear it. These are all examples of my general.complaint with bluegrass: an apparent disdain or dismissal of the audience. It's one thing when it's a hardcore punk band; it's quite another when it's farmers in baggy jeans.