After spending five minutes trying to log in to my reverbnation account, so that I could send those of you on the mailing list a message, for which I’m sure you’ve been waiting . . . well, screw it. Why online services such as reverbnation think that complicating things is forward movement, I’ll never know. Our time is more limited than ever, and having to wait online for more than 30 seconds to get where I need to go ain’t gonna cut it. I know I’m ranting and it’s a beautiful sunny Friday here in my zip code; I should know better. Still . . . argh.
I’m playing the Family Wash tonight, in trio formation with my friends Martin Lynds and Ron Eoff. I imagine we’ll hit around the 9:15-9:30 zone. The cover charge is friendly (read: FREE), though there is a tip hat, and because this is an upstanding local venue, the hat does in fact get passed. After the high-intensity weekend last week, mileage and schedule-wise, I’m looking forward to just relaxing and having fun playing. If you’re in the neighborhood, hope you’ll stop by and hang with us for a while.
Speaking of the Wash, I’ll be playing Wednesdays in May, with various combinations of players–come on in and have a pint after Bible study lets out . . .
Thanks again to those courageous Americana radio stations for spinning Gloryland–and all those other stations who are playing it, too. Thanks to Leslie Rouffe, my Americana radio promoter, for truly giving it hell with all of her heart. This is a record that defies category; not everybody’s going to play it, this is just a reality–of what I see as a tightening radio format. I get it–but I remember not so long ago, when the lack of definition/borders was Americana radio’s strength. And maybe this is symptomatic of the state of terrestrial radio in general–stations facing the same battles for survival as traditional print media. But again, I’m very thankful for the attention and the airplay that Gloryland is getting, especially since the time between records basically made this like starting over. Spinning a song that’s longer than three minutes takes real balls these days . . . apparently. Ha!
Gonna turn some dirt over. Gonna plant something. Have a great weekend!