Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where the nights have been cold enough to warrant much snuggling amongst man and beast but where the days seen to be warming a little bit more each day. 80 by Saturday, we’re told, and if we can’t have extreme cold and wind and rain, dern it, at least we have second best.
Some have no doubt heard through the bluegrass grapevine that I’m in the midst of a pretty rough patch health-wise…an issue with my heart, which, my doc assures me, he’s going to fix this coming Monday morning with a fancy surgical procedure. Until then I am to stay off the radar, go slow, chill out, go with the flow, keep my head down, limit uncontrolled laughing, stay out of trouble and, ah…there was one other thing…oh, avoid all bluegrass camp outs like the plague. (Obviously he’s aware of the great physical and psycho-ceramic strain I go through in order to simply fiddle a song from start to finish.)
This will be the first spring camp out I’ve missed, and if you’re there now reading this or if you’ve ever attended one of our Turlock events in the past, you’ll understand why I’ve ALWAYS made a point of driving down. So much good music, so many wonderful friends and the happy job of welcoming in yet another bluegrass season. And what a season we’ve got cooked up this year, and this weekend is only the beginning. Have fun…see you in Grass Valley!