Summertime Blues

Well, the weekend is off to a roaring start, and will likely finish up in Shawville in front of Stompin' Tom. Yes, this months' roadtrip will take in a good chunk of the Ottawa valley then take a sharp turn across the border. Now is the time for long drives and short sleeps. Just a warning to all of you thinking about staying home; this could be it for the season.

As one season winds down into another the mind wanders across landscapes littered with the bodies of hot weekends past. This summer has been a good one for bodies. All of us have been particularly hard on ourselves this year but then again this year's been hard on us. I salute all of you who have made the trek with me from The Fabulous Bee to El Jefe, Rob , Sarah and Jod,Bradrienne, that mad Scot Tully to the Prophet, and the beautiful Claire. Without you all I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be here.

Don't anyone get sad or upset, however, because the new season is just beginning and with it comes England Dan, the nuptials of the Rev M.C. to the ice princess and a few more gigs with the whitest soul band on the planet. All is good, all is fine, in fact, all is all.

Next week I'll have the blow by blow, but for now let's get moving.