You learn strange things when you rent documentaries on Netflix. Don't get me started about the Tupperware one I saw.
Here's a little bit about the statue.
Started to learn Premiere and ProTools in earnest this week. We're playing a show in Sonora, CA, opening for The Devil Makes Three Saturday. It should be hoot, as long as the gear works and nerves don't get the best of us. Afterwards, I'm taking a little family history trip; my dad lived in nearby Sutter Creek as a boy. My grandpa built a house there and a church in Angels Camp and both buildings are still around.
I'm going to the Kerrville Folk Festival in May and attending the songwriting school. It's been 8 years since my last trip to Texas, for the same purpose. It's not that I have tons of songs I want to get out. I'm driven to write them just not to finish or perform them. Perfectionism is a nasty trait for anyone to posses, but worse for an artist.
Sunday the bluegrass boys and some other friends played for about eight hours. Most of us had to call in sick Monday. It's nice when you know your priorites. An unexpected advantage to being sober is that I seemed to get better as the evening went on. That's never happened. I played upright bass for a while too, my newest 'gomeyonyo'. (That's a very oblique reference to a