Green Acres Music Hall was started by Steve Metcalf and Nile Cuthbertson.  Steve and Nile hosted local talent, then regional, and national performers.   For a whole generation of people here in the South, locally loved artists like Phil and Gay Johnson and national stars like Bela Fleck and the Flecktones performed on stage in front of  the American flag.  We in the audience clogged, clapped, snapped fingers, slow danced, began and ended affairs.  We zoned out on Nile and Steve's sagging couches, old church pews and ancient school auditorium seats under the pole barn roof while katydids reverberated from the trees overhead, as summer moons soared, and fog settled heavy in the meadow below.  We sat around fires, jammed, partied and camped overnight free on hot nights.  We could almost see the sky glow. And on frosty winter nights, from November through March, we roasted or froze in coats and sweaters to venues held in the woodstove heated, long, narrow, metal roofed old outbuilding.

The musicians came forth, those pinto bean and fat-back fed boys and girls, and they brought out the fiddles, mandolins, dulcimers, banjos, and guitars they'd heard their grandpas and grammas play.  They learned the Travis flat pick and fiddle double-stop, the Earl Scruggs style banjo methods.  And sing, they could sing, those brothers and cousins, sisters, daughters, the familial vocal chords magical beyond compare.  Scotch and Irish musical roots burgeoned, and amplified the tenors, and developed the mountain alto female voices we later heard on WNCW, and in the Black Mountain, Asheville, Saluda, Tryon, Boone pubs and clubs, and back through Charlotte, to Raleigh, north to the Virginias and south, too.  They were smooth in the Doc Watson tradition.

Now for the rest of the story, in a nutshell: Steve Metcalf took Acoustic Syndicate, who had been playing gigs at Green Acres Music Hall, to Nashville. There they joined up with Sam Bush to produce the very first Little King Record.  And the rest is history!!