My annual migration to a wonderful ‘grass roots’ festival near Reading.  A former band mate, Bob Flower, invited me last year to this dirt road site, with a full stage and solar sound, hippies in the fields.  It was an adventure last year, and was worth the return this year.  It’s a word-of-mouth gathering, with lots of folks getting on stage and playing.  Community!  amen.


I played an aggressive set of my good adult stuff, found some strength in ‘I’ll be Watchin’ You’ (slow blues), connected with the folks, broke a string on ‘Bo Diddley’ and ended on the worst ending chord in performance history, ….but it worked perfectly. Just right!


Good for the soul, these gigs.  Tomorrow, I’ll earn a paycheck.  Back to Berks Co.!