Apparently "jamgrass" is a thing. Makes sense to me after all the times I've wandered into a brewery (and it's always a brewery) off in some mountain town in North Carolina or West Virginia or Maryland and it seems like there's a circle of pickers just going. Sometimes they come up for air, but generally the only time they pause is when everyone is out of beer.

Magoo What a Life (self-released)

At the better places, the staff just keeps the beers (and music) flowing. Just a hint for some of you out there.

Magoo hails from a different mountain range, the one in Colorado. And they are a band with a dedicated lineup that might even get cash for playing (in addition to fermented considerations). This is their first album (actually, the ten songs are split into two LPs), and it highlights both their considerable songwriting skills and their abilities to meander without getting lost.

Bluegrass isn't languid. One of its charms is its cheery, incessant need to be on the move. That's why so many bluegrass songs are about trains. Something about the rhythms evokes the rumble of an old steam engine. Magoo keeps the train rolling on time, even when it wanders.

I've seen where some people put Magoo into something called Prog-grass (which has an interesting homonym, of course), but this is much more traditional than, say, Billy Strings. Fully acoustic and just the strings, please. Yeah, they do meander and occasionally bring in outside influences, but that's how music grows. I'm thinking it's about time to head back into the hills for a meander.

Jon Worley