Trying to get off the road and settle into a life of rural bliss is a lot harder than you’d think. It was a lot harder than I’d thought anyway. Maybe it’s the lure of the greasepaint and all that. But I doubt it. Musicians, by and large, tend to be dreamy types. They get a call right when their mind is wizzing with hemidemiquavers and say ‘yes’ just to keep the flow going. Next thing they know it’s tin box and toothbrush time again. ‘ From Natchez to Mobile …. From Memphis to St Joe ‘ or in our case Bangor to Portland, Rockport to Fairfax. I’m not joking.
Well, I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining. I lived out on the west coast for a while and it was really good. A list of things I miss would be a long one and although touring wouldn’t be high on the list together with the trusty troupe I found myself on the move. From time to time our shows were recorded – I know a DVD appeared a while back – and this double album complete with an original cover by Eric Von Schmidt earned us a Grammy nomination. We were pipped by Queen Ida which we all felt was fair enough.