The weather forecasters blew it yesterday... when we got to the Woodsdale Farm, it was rainy and cold. Then Santa came, set up shop in their hayshed, and things started shaping up. The rain stopped, and the sun started to peek through. The kettle corn people got cranked up and things started to smell festive too. All the arts and crafts folks rolled in and began to set up. They put us on the front porch of the old house, cornerstone laid in 1812.
As it always has been with the four of us, the connection is instant, and magical. Three hours flew by, and we took no breaks... it was just too much fun playing again to stop. Afterward, Mrs. Santa (looked suspiciously like our fiddler's m-i-law...) brought us some hot homemade vegetable soup, (I guess a few rogue Elves scarfed up all the sugar cookies?!) and we talked about trying to get something together more often than once a year. That'd be great. I always hoped we'd have a rematch someday. Brian and Jess have been busy raising daughters, Caleb's been acclimating to married life, and with my recurring health problems and work schedule, the past few years have made a music schedule impossible for us all. It's good to know the core is still there for a future reboot.
*Maybe the biggest win for me personally; I played that Alembic for 3 solid hours yesterday without any issue. C14588 isn't a lightweight... not a boat-anchor either. I never have weighed it but I'll guess 10-1/2 lbs. I was ready to not play anymore when we were done, but that I am strong enough to manage that task at all is a very good sign. Now, to maintain that level of fitness...
2023 gave a few welcome surprise gigs...