I was younger then, the jeans were worn by wear and the music was to die for although it has not been a long time since I heard the strings play in person at a private party for friends. I've been to meetups with the 100 relatives time after time and none of us broke out the banjo, fiddle, guitar, etc. I will pass over my relatives next door with their ukeleles and their soi-distant guitar noises. To be honest, they could not wake the dead however well they tried to parlay their limited strumming skills. I should know. I've been there.