That's a tee vee up there, so there will be no mistake. No blurring, no squinting. No mistake at all. They’ll all be able to see.

On both sides of the stage, and up a ways, the giant mandolin swings past and the mouth, open like an O, scoops down on the mike for the high harmony. Bass, banjo, guitar, mandolin, Vern and Ray, with two rather younger men, lickettysplitting though the bluegrass, pinched — perhaps even too pinched — voices straining out the high lonesome sound and there is no mistake at all in the audience, the giant mandolin swings back across the screen, the song is over, and the over-half-full Oakland Coliseum knows the sound of polite applause for Vern and Ray.