Sorry, not that kind of love (though I promise to shout it from the rooftops if that ever does come to pass). Nope, I'm talking the love that can only come when you hear the dulcet tones of male voices blended in beautiful harmony and mixed with some rockin' banjo picking. My ears are in ecstasy. Take a listen.
The Avett Brothers, ladies and gentlemen. Aren't they wonderful?
They're even fun without the banjo.
Now the only problem...do I spend some big bucks to go to a music festival where I will have to sit all day in order to hear them play who knows when in the line-up? Or do I hold out and wait to hear them on their own sometime in the future? Ah, the dilemma!