The New Deal festival was… wonderful. The whole day was wonderful. But we’re back “home” in Owings Mills, and my body feels like it’s been beaten by large men with sticks. I’ve spent the whole day being social and friendly and on my feet and in the sun, and I didn’t realize how tired I was till we got on stage, which is the absolute worst time to find out you’re exhausted.
So, we saw JR and Waverly, and they were awesome, and Symbiont was great, got to introduce Heather to a Chapman stick… all sorts of good stuff. At around 10pm we managed to excuse ourselves and run off to the College Perk so I could catch up with my old friend Jonathan Ratican (“J-Tron”) who was playing over there.
Unfortunately, we missed everything but his last tune, but then an even OLDER friend – Andre Cutair took the stage. I hadn’t known he was playing tonight – and I’d forgotten how … I don’t have another good word to describe it… heartbreaking his voice is. His new act – the duo Fortunate Accident is beautiful. I’m definately looking forward to playing a show or two with them. I want to sit and drink them.
Yuck, most unfortunate. Hot day today. I’ve been out on the sidewalks this morning, saving worms like my mother taught me. Happy Birthday mom!