This gentleman played the most mournful version of "Do Your Ears Hang Low" you ever heard just for Bug. The band was tighter than Jack White's in Cold Mountain, and happily without a half-witted Ethan Supplee strumming at a mandolin. She got up and danced shortly after this picture was taken. ("Dancing" read "bending half over and bouncing like a car without shocks")
There is a special place in my heart/American Heaven for anyone who consecrates their nuptials with bluegrass music.