The Summer? of 2009 rolls on. The question mark is intentional. We got about four songs into our set at Grey Fox when the rain started coming down sideways. Quite a few people actually weathered the downpour, and my hat goes off to them. I don't think I'd sit in that kind of rain for anyone unless maybe Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs and all the Foggy Mountain Boys showed up. Grey Fox is so much fun no matter what the weather. I picked up the festival program at the gate, and the blurb about our band raved about "Farm Of Yesterday," calling it "arresting." I few minutes later, Pete Wernick (AKA Dr. Banjo) walked up to me and told me he played the song three times before moving on to the next one and that he was moved by it. Then, in a songwriting workshop, a guy called out for the song that had "they build 'em bigger now, they got more land, they got more cows" in it. It all made me feel silly for complaining the other day in this journal about being criticized for my 'sentimental writing.' I don't want to be a whiner. I am a heart-on-my-sleeve kind of guy, and I can't help it. I can't hide my feelings, and they show up in my writing. I'd be a horrible poker player. If I feel it, it shows, no matter the emotion. They have pills for that kind of thing, but I'd rather feel. The response to one little song at Grey Fox helped validate my approach.
Eric