Homeward Bound

On I-84 West right now just past Hartford and bearing down on Pawling. Despite some minor sound issues, last night's show was a real blast. The audience, comprised in large part of lifetime friends of the Zilkha's, was welcoming and seemed to dig pretty good on the tunes. Scarborough, the tiny fist of Maine coastline where we played and stayed, is a beautiful and dramatic piece of land. When looking out across the rocks, foggy surf and fingers of land reaching across bays and coves, Winslow Homer's scenes come to mind. Naturally so, as his studio was actually on the same penninsula. The only downside of the place was the mosquitos. Lots of mosquitos. Fueled by an unusually wet and rainy reason they seemed to be on constant swarm attack. Screens and repellent barely dented their bloodthirsty resolve. It is a strange feeling to be on the verge of the last show of the tour. In some ways a relief as the finish line can be sweet mercy to a runner. In some ways a enthusiastically placed period punctuating the end of a well wrought sentence. In most ways though, a bittersweet goodbye to daily immersion in music, in the landscape, in motion, and in each other's presence. Well, anyway, we will do our darndest to make this last one count....
Encore in Maine:

Truckin' home: