It's 5:19am. I played at Rosa Flamingo's in Bethlehem last night, hurried home for a bit of sleep, and now I'm prepping for a breakfast show in Meredith and a beach bar show in Laconia. It's gotta be August. That's when stuff like this happens.
Summer is winding down here in New Hampshire; you can already feel it. There are still warm days to be had, I'm sure. But the nights are cooler, and the dark is coming quicker during my outdoor evening shows. After the winter we just had up here, I knew this summer was going to feel way too short. And sometimes in July and August I forget to pick my head up and look around. It gets so busy. (That is just the kind of problem I WANT to have, of course.)
But while we still have good traveling weather, let's fit in a little nonsense, shall we? On the 15th I'm going to drive down to Washington, DC with Holly Furlone to take part in the annual Song Fight Live shows. I've been pretty lax with the updates here, but I promise I'll come back with stories/photos.