I'm assuming that you've met a beautiful fiddle playing hippy chick with whom you can share the estranged emu, hence the silence. If so, I am very happy for you.

At one time I lived for folk festivals. I hope it was as good as those I remember.

Posted by Andy at March 16, 2003 12:52 PM

Here's a two-second read on "Real city-folk music" from a great blog called cityofsound. It even has grape-squashing, which is always a highlight.

Posted by QDF at March 22, 2003 03:53 PM

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