I played a Thanksgiving benefit at the Salvation Army in Nashville with Faron’s band a few times. Various pickers and artists would drop by to entertain, all for free. One year we had Carl Ballou and Bill Monroe. Carl didn’t have a band, so we backed him up. Wow, that guy had a powerful voice; he didn’t even need a mike. Bill only brought his fiddle player, Kenny Baker, maybe, so the Deputies backed him up, too. I didn’t have a dobro with me, and knowing what a hard-core grasser Monroe was, I didn’t figure he’d want an electric steel guitar whining in his ear so I laid out. After his performance he shook my hand and thanked me, and I’m thinking, damn, he thought I’d been picking with him? Or… maybe he was thanking me for not picking with him. Heh, I hadn’t considered that until just now.