Blue after hearing about Doc
They sparkle and dance in the mooonlight, the most perfect pair of blue earrings called me into a vedors booth.
A soft as a kitten baby blue TBF racer back tee that is very old and worn and feels so good on.
Blue, your eyes and the reflection of the mountains and waterfall in them.
Blue my heart when it’s time to leave Telluride.
Who IS that playing ‘Blue Night’, Hot Rize, or Red Knuckles?!? :huh
“B” is for a blazing banjo
“L” is for a lyrical voice
“U” is for unfaltering fun
“E” is for epic
“B” is for brash on Thursday
“L” is for lazy on Friday
“U” is for up, up, up on Saturday
“E” is for exhausted by Sunday night
There is nothing like the hue, of the clouds and the blue sky of Telluride!!
Ann Fisher
17 year Festivarian
Thanks, everyone. There are some really great ones in here. :medal
We won’t start choosing the ones for “print” until sometime this weekend, so keep 'em coming. :thumbsup
Remember: The more unique your entry, the more likely we’ll find space for it in the program amongst all the other great ones
For further inspiration, here are a couple I just received from writer John Lehndorff:
- Hearing “Blue Men of the Sahara” first played by Strength in Numbers
- Staring hungrily at blue “Homemade Fries” sign
- Emmylou’s tight blue jeans when she played with The Hot Band
Roses are red, violets are blue. FEEESSSTTTIIIVVVAAALLLL!!!
The pristine blue skies of Telluride Bluegrass are a welcome mat to the world.
Blue sky, green grass? I prefer Greensky Bluegrass!
My blue eyes have never seen, a place like this save for my dreams…
How about this one:
15 years ago, the sight of my son in his BLUE fleece bunting experiencing his first Telluride…
This needs the accompanying photo…perfection. 
Our BLUE and white tent against the BLUE and grey sky staked near the BLUE rushing waters of the San Miguel river in Mary E.
Blue Moon over Telluride, keep on shining.
Going to Telluride makes me happy, but leaving there makes me blue. :flower
Here are my submissions for the 2012 TBF Printed Progam. I’m looking forward to my first go at the TBF:
-A first festival experience has me thinking of blue skies, blue tarps and bluegrass.
-As a festivarian virgin its true, I’ve been dreaming bluegrass through and through.
-I’ve been daydreaming of my first sapphiregrass experience in an alternate universe.
-“Somewhere over the Atlantic,” “Statesboro Blues,” & “Post-War Blues” on repeat til June.
-A needed break jammin’ at Blue Lake.
-Tears of joy when receiving my first TBF tickets. 
-My blue quick-dry towel after a mighty downpour listening to “Out of the Blue.”
-Our beautiful crew, under a sky of mighty blue.
Brean, Castle Rock, CO
Watching bluegrass behind blue eyes, made more blue by reflecting the Telluride sky above and a sea of tarps below.
There once was a couple from Pueblo
To Telluride year after year they would go
For good food and brew
And grass of deep blue
From guitar, fiddle and banjo.
I leave igloo, bayou and snowshoe,
I pack shampoo, tutu and corkscrew
For a few days of perfection
(And to forget the election)
On a tarp of deep blue (pass the fondue).
Heaven presents many forms, this I know,
While aglow in blue skies and Bordeaux.
Life’s at a pleasant impasse –
It’s time for bluegrass!
Come to my blue tarp and let’s disco!
A Blue Haiku:
Hot feet on my tarp ~ Sunlight from a bright blue sky ~ Bluegrass in the air
Ain’t no blue like the blue in the valley,
Ain’t no blue like the blue in my heart,
Ain’t no blue like the blue that I’m feeling
'Cause Dustin ain’t showing us the art
Ain’t no blue like the blue in the daytime
this blue is the Bluest I’ve been on
Ain’t no blue like the blue in my fingers,
Since my gloves fell in the port-o-john
Some say the valley’s green, but all I see is blue
Tell you what, I’m all done, ain’t gonna think of you,
I got music, I got beers, and i got my dog,
and most importantly, I’ve got Crunchy Froooooooog!
A sea of blue tarps and you and Flank Steak
:medal
…Me really? How sweet! :pirate
Shades of Blue
When days are hued blue
Each year just a few
In the box-sided canyon
Of Telluride true
Riffs from the banjo
Guitar, bass and dobro
Fill the chilled air
Of the mountain sky blue
New friends and old one
Dance to Sam Bush songs
As the solstice presides
On a full moon tinged blue
Days to remember
In the grey of December
Swaying in Telluride
To the sounds of grass-blue