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.!