On the Road to Mecca

Last night brought an enthusiastic and pretty large crowd at the Cosmopolitan Lounge. A fun, raucous, roaring show and our first ever in Atlanta -it seems that the town has a pretty vibrant music scene. Special thanks to the sound man, Gary Pfaff, who also helped book the show. And a big thanks also to Patrick Kerney who put us up and tolerated the famous Wondermore power shower relay.
A couple pics from the show:

On the road now to Nashville. It feels like a pilgrimage. We have been watching DVD's of bluegrass festivals and shows all the way up. Had a greasy stop at sacred Waffle House en route (smothered and covered). We are all getting used to the road life a bit, slipping into it like a ratty old coat that is pulled out on the first cool night of Fall. You can get used to the fatigue, the lack of food with any nutritional value, and the random and evolving schedule but the part that just gets harded and harder is missing loved ones at home (be they spouse, chillun, girlfriend, family, dog, or DVR). News comes into the bubble of the tour in bursts. "Israel invades Lebanon." "Trains bombed." "Train derails." Feels like the world is going downhill but the media machine seems to always paint it that way. You meet a lot of helpful people on the road and the news from the frontlines of America is that people help people every day and are certainly supportive of roaming bands of pickers and players.
In case we get bored we could always set off some Roman candles:

Pilgrims on the way to Nashville: