Where did the years go? First time I saw Al and met her, was a filthy old dive down on Salem Av. here in Roanoke, called the Iroquois Club. I was 20, she'd have just turned 18. Neither one of us old enough to be in there. Her fledgling band, Union Station was splitting a night with Lonesome River Band, with a very young Dan Tyminski having recently joined them on mandolin. He didn't play guitar yet. Alison had played fiddle on their most recent album though, and that project was on fire. (Carrying The Tradition)
Yeah, 30 years... gone.