While attending the 30th Birthday Party for Planned Pethood today, I came across a local bluegrass/country combo whose music might be better characterized as Americana. The group's name is Blowing Grains, and the bass player told me that they play around town at such venues as the Glass City Cafe and Woodchuck's Bar and Grill.
I listened for a few songs until my wife pulled me away to be more social, and I found Blowing Grains to be steeped in traditional American folk music without merely parroting traditional artists like Jimmie Rodgers and Bill Monroe. The fiddle player especially accents this timeless sound, and his style reminds me of the late, great Jerry Rivers (of Drifting Cowboys fame).
I closed my eyes, tapped my foot, and quietly added tenor harmonies to the group's selections, thinking back to a time when I passionately cared about music and kicked around bands and combos before I drifted away from playing music. A part of me longs to join such a relaxed group, while another "mature" part of me chides such frivolous pursuits. I trust that my "frivolous" part soon kicks the arse of my "responsible" self.
Anways, I highly recommend Blowing Grains if you come across the group.