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July
2005
Hello friends,
Whenever you hear musicians complaining about the hardships of
touring and traveling, don't believe any of it for a
minute. The adventure factor kinda balances
out having to put up with free drinks and friendly women.
In 1973 we were driving to a festival in Arkansas, when my pal
and I decided to drive up an old logging trail (I had a '64
Scout at the time) to camp for the night. The clutch went out
about 5 miles up in the middle of Deliveranceland...while
visions of "you got a real purty mouth" danced in our heads,
we hiked down to the nearest town to find a mechanic and/or a
tow truck. We stopped at a rundown general store, and
explained our plight to the fella behind the counter. He
wasn't particularly friendly until we mentioned that we were a
fiddle player and a banjo picker. Well...did that ever change
things...he told us that he just happened to drive
a Scout, was a mechanic, and would be happy to tow us back to
his store, drive to Little Rock, buy the part, and put it in
for us. All we had to do was agree to play for him while he
fixed it, then come over to a jam session, have some dinner,
and meet his bluegrass buddies...hmmm...tough life....
I'll be out this month with the Two High String Band seeing
what kind of trouble we can get into...we won't be in Arkansas
on this trip, and we won't be driving the '64 Scout
either....but if you see us on the side of the road,
please stop and say hey....you might even get a tune or two if
you can fix a Ford van...
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