Back from Maine to the still steaming South. While in Maine autumn is in the air and summer’s end is all too evident here in Georgia there is the faintest hint that the ovens have been turned down and that the long gentle southern fall is just over the horizon. Nothing like frost or days of 55F rain, just day time temperatures hovering below 90F and nights finally falling below 70F. There’s none of the urgency and intensity of New England falls and I think I can get used to it. And foliage, well I’ve seen plenty.

I was lucky enough to catch my friend Walter in his office on Wednesday and he says I don’t write enough about the band and bluegrass as I should given how much I think ( and talk ) about it and maybe he’s right. We had a fantastic gig at the Old Town House in Union, ME and the rehearsals were even better. The hall is remarkably intact and a super facility for intimate musical performance. The antique quilts on display help the sound ambience ( as well as visual ) and the angled stage, beadboard walls and general air of the nineteenth century made for a fun time. Although the audio quality is atrocious this gives an idea of what we were up to:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71dm60Yd1fI

We played twelve hours straight on Saturday with time out only to drive to the gig and back. It turns out that we’re all equally crazy about this project and have been putting in lots of woodshed time. Thus the sound was even more our own and even better than last time. We can’t wait for next time.