June 5th, 2005.
Still in Houston. I like it here. Well, I like it indoors here. We’ve been to a couple of open mics, met some interesting people, but mostly I’ve just sort
June 1st, 2005.
The night before last we left Kerrville – we would’ve only been able to stick around until noon the next day anyway, and I was tired of always being too
June 1st, 2005.
There is something about music festival culture that changes the way time works. The days are extended and run into each other. Late-a.m. bedtimes, delayed by jams and the noise
May 30th , 2005.
I hate to say it, but it’s all over. Kerrville: we came, we saw, we failed to conquer, but we had a good time, and now we’re reversing our trek
May 28th , 2005.
Saturday morning greeted us with sunshine like a fist. Oh. and my brother. He and Del had decided to make the 4 hour drive and pop in to surprise us.
May 27th, 2005.
A couple of weeks ago, Kerrville Newfolk Finalists all got an email from a guy named Lindsey Lee. He was getting to the Folk Festival early for “Land Rush” and
April 9th, 2005.
Nine weeks. That’s 63 days. Roundabouts. That’s 1/6th of a year, which sounds decidedly less impressive, I suppose. We got Kerrville. I’m somewhat in a state of shock, with fear