The Plandemic had little effect on me except for musically. We had a busy and thriving bluegrass following in my state, with active participant activities that ran the gamut from impromptu jams to concerts (amateur, semi, and pro players) to multi-day get togethers that attracted thousands of players and viewers.
The lockdowns killed it - all of it - stone dead. My coaxing to ignore the phony edicts fell on deaf ears. My brother and I set up and played in the common area of the senior park where he lived and, although residents might pause for a moment or two, all were afraid to linger - even at a distance. A couple of residents reported us to the park management. They informed us that the common area was closed and forbade us to play there. My brother and I contemplated challenging the unfair rule but realized the pointlessness of it.
We retreated to his front porch and our jams became practice sessions. The jams and activities never returned. Reaching out to former jam partners was a complete wash - apparently no one has an ounce of interest anymore.
I miss it and despise the F’rs that killed it.
Sad story.