| Picture the back corner of the stalls where old time musicians from all over the country would gather. A raging jam session was in progress possibly containing such musicians as Joe Thrift, Riley Baugus, Tom Riccio, Fiddlin Wolf, Rich Hartness, Steve Mason, a few folks from up north and a huge crowd of dancers and listeners.
As the night went on the energy heated up, fueled by a powerful clear liquid and the electrifying sounds of many fiddles and banjos locked knee to knee in frenzied playing. The craziness grew, the silliness grew, the moonshine kicked in. Before the night was over everyone was a Bob. There was Joe Bob, Plumb Bob, Tory Bob, Nancy Banjo Bob, Billy Bob, Rich Bob, Steve Bob, Wolf Bob, Chuck Bob, Jake Bob, Riley Bob, and the list goes on and on. The sky grew pink and Bobville was born. At first it was the stall where the great jam took place, then it meant the corner area of the stalls, then the concept grew into a state of mind. Bobville was where you could jam all night long with all of your best friends, where the jams were so hot that they sizzled. The dancers would go wild in a frenzied flurry of syncopated beats pounded upon boards thrown on the ground. The passers by would wonder what was happening in the middle of that giant cluster. It was the finest energy that could be had and the legend grew. |
