Some days I feel so blessed.
I’m sitting in the community building of the renaissance festival campground. It’s a beautiful and rustic, wooden structure with screened windows around three sides, the kind you’d expect to find at any summer camp. Continue reading Oh the Music of the Heart
Though this week has been rainy and chilly, there’s been plenty of musical fun to while the time. I’ve got a comfy spot in my screen tent set up for playing. Then at the Inn: blues jam, jazz jam, and misc howling into the night. A few serene practice hours on Miss Laura’s porch in between the cloud dousings. I’m feeling pretty fortunate. Continue reading Rhythm and Clews
My kind of bar crawl.
A combination memorial and celebration hosted by a Social Aid and Pleasure Club. They ‘roll’ on Sundays in any part of the city except during the hottest summer months.
I’ve been to second lines here and there, promo events put on by radio shows or bars, but I consider this to be my first, true experience. Walking and dancing with offspring of the originators. Continue reading Second Line, Oldstyle
Once again I find myself in a house where musical instruments lounge casually within arm’s reach. Piano, bass and mandolin congregate in the living room where my guitar has been given it’s own stand. My sweet little auburn violin is hanging on my bedroom wall. Continue reading Band Practice