I have attended some great concerts in my many years: Journey: Billy Joel; Boston; John Taylor. But the best concert I ever attended was a free community Concert in the Park in New Brunswick, New Jersey, in the summer 1981. The band was Fiddle Fever, and I was 17. From the first note, I was completely captivated. Their Appalachian bluegrass music was earthy and mystical, happy and tender, evoking generations and adventures past and yet to come, and expertly performed. The players radiated enthusiasm and utter joy that washed over and through me. We bought the vinyl and listened to it hundreds of times until it was too scratched to play. To my delight, I recently found a CD of the original LP, with several bonus tracks. Thirty-nine years later, I am playing Fiddle Fever again. I am captivated still.