Where the Hell did August go? I guess we’ve still got another week. More than a week even, but our next show in Maryland is September 1st and that makes the schedule feel a little more compressed than it is. Fortunately the weather has kind of calmed down and it’s not HIDEOUSLY MOTHERFUCKING DISGUSTING outside right now – though I’m constantly eyeballing accuweather suspiciously, just waiting for the temperature to spike up again.
September looms. 9 years on the road looms – we’re going to have an anniversary party at the Electric Maid – I’m kind of wishing it was happening at a VENUE I had a strong connection with, but I guess I’ll be fine with just having it in an AREA we’ve got a strong connection with. There are last-minute changes occurring that are bugging me, but all-in-all I think it’ll still be a great show.
The thing that’s compressing the schedule in my mind mayhaps is this weekend in North Carolina. It’s like a blind-spot in my head – and we’re leaving tomorrow morning. For some reason it doesn’t seem quite as real as other trips have, perhaps precisely because what I’m WORRIED about is September 1st, the Takoma Park Folk Festival shortly thereafter – and the end of the TPOM on the heels of that.
Juels Bland Black Dress Jess and Jon Patton. Dougie Wells-Cochrane has been HMT’s UPS driver – good to see him in the wild!
This morning finds us back on the ever-familiar I-95, headed south to North Carolina. We stopped in Wise to take a break and ran across a beautiful, brilliant blue-tailed skink. Unfortunately he vanished down a hole before I could get a good photograph of him or anything. He poked his head up from time to time to glare at us, but mostly remained naught but a flash of blue and a glistening eye deep in the shadows.
After that we spent a little more time exploring the nooks and crannies of the North Carolina Welcome Centre and found ourselves a couple of other interesting bugs including a monstrous wolf spider doing its best Shelob. Hobbits passing through North Carolina best be very, very wary.
Beautiful day, beautiful drive. Heather driving in the front, Weasel dreaming in the back. Twrr.