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In one of his revealing songs, the sagacious Del McCoury sings, "Don't ever let it be said darlin' / That what I do don't bring me joy / Climb in the seat beside my Martin / 'Cause I'm a guitar-picking, bluegrass-singing / Never grow up boy." That telling lyric (from "Never Grow Up Boy") says everything about Del: the dedicated bluegrass man possessed by the music and the life that comes with it, enjoying the youthful vigor it gives him. His energy spurs some great moments on the smart, fiery The Company We Keep, especially in the jaw-dropping instrumental byplay driving the tunes. Fiddler Jason Carter weaves a tapestry of urgent, flowing lines amid the scintillating banjo and mandolin work of the McCoury sons, Rob and Ronnie, respectively, in the driving album opener, "Nothing Special," which sets the stage for wondrous things to come. Singing of good intentions gone awry, bad women, ever-rich family ties (in a well observed, folkish chronicle of parenting pitfalls, "Fathers and Sons"), and the strength of his faith (the stark, moving hymn "I Never Knew Life," an object lesson in southern gospel quartet harmonizing), Del opens himself up like never before. His astringent voice imparts the wisdom of his 66 years, soaring and dipping as it plumbs his most sensitive emotions. Despite some heavy subject matter, though, this album is an upbeat exercise -- witness Ronnie's self-penned, barn-burning instrumental "Seventh Heaven," the rambunctious (and gleefully executed) kiss-off tune "She Can't Burn Me Now," and the lowdown, thumping country blues "When It Stops Hurtin' " to hear bluegrass at its most life affirming, arising from the moment when heart meets technical mastery, the byproduct of which is music of Olympian stature. David McGee, Barnes & Noble