The fever in Baltimore has broken and we're still here. The blistering heat of last week fell by 30 degrees yesterday and I wish we had a week of shows at Little Market Cafe this week. Not that I'm a fan of the whole "outside" thing, what with it's "sky" and "sun" and fauna and flora, but it sure is a whole lot more palatable this morning.
The cat's upstairs weighing Kristen down. I'm downstairs with my head weighing ME down. OrangeG and his fiddler crashed with us after New Deal Cafe and yesterday was filled with the feeling of comradery that comes with swapping road tales and technical advice, mic technique and the trading of hard-earned wisdoms.
Today is quiet until it's not. Heather comes over soon. Recording will happen soon. Till then, hush, and have a quiet Monday. |