In Charlottesville, VA now after a couple days of southward drift. It’s hot. And humid. A tad bit steamy one might say. Had a great show in Washington, DC on Friday at the Grog and Tankard (speaking of Washington, check this out – we were all getting a good laugh out of it the other night). Had some folks with enough cocktails in them to get into some serious dancing in front of the stage. The Grog is always a rockin’ show –cigarette smoke and a soft undertone of spilt beer. Ended up with our country version of Purple Rain which is always a fun one by that point in the night. People are like "Is that? Wait – no. Are they really..? That just isn’t right." This afternoon we play at the Great July Git Down here in Charlottesville which promises to be some good BBQ and keg-fueled picking out in the fields. As we slide further South it seems as if our music and the Bluebird come more into their own, a little taste of dust to slake a thirst for things open and green and America.

The crew before leaving for DC:

Apparently when you fill up with diesel at a truck stop you are on a "pimp" pad. It felt a little exciting:

Charlotte Kendrick and Hot Lips Howe:

Red Rooster takes the stage in DC:

You do not want to going the "wrong way" with Big Dog: