Finger Lakes Grass Roots Festival Of Music And Dance
Starting in 1991, the Finger Lakes GrassRoots Festival of Music and Dance is an annual festival held the second-to-last weekend of July in Trumansburg, New York, a small town ten miles north of Ithaca. The GrassRoots Festival, or simply GrassRoots, as it is known, draws nearly 20,000 visitors throughout the course of four days. GrassRoots presents over 70 musicians, bands and dance troupes on four simultaneously-running stages continually throughout the long weekend. The festival was recently nominated as one of USA Today's top 10 outdoor music festivals. Genres represented among the musicians include bluegrass, Cajun, zydeco, African, reggae, country, Americana, Native American music, old-time music, Irish music, jam band, rock and roll, hip hop, Conjunto, rockabilly and more. In 2003 the associated Shakori Hills Grassroots Festival began, modeled after the Finger Lakes festival.
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