
Up here in the mountains at Boone, NC. Staying on top of one of the hills. There's a windmill here for generating electricity. It seems to turn in pretty low wind. Doesn't make much noise. Don't know how much power it is generating.
Commentary on music and other performances inside and outside of the art world.

Legendary guitarists Max Drake and Rusty Barkley.
Part-Time Blues Band.
Motorcycles.
The venue.
At one time, I loved going to the college football games, the tailgating, the camaraderie, yelling so loud that I lost my voice. It still can be a pleasant experience, but I am not dialed into it like I used to be. It seems to last a long time to get there and the games last about 3.5 hours and the TV commercials seem to last forever. And, sometimes when we get back, I think to myself, I could have done something else with that time.

A group of folks organized a vigil to honor those who sought to be the new revolutionaries in Iran. A small turnout but one of respect for those who are willing to die in Iran for a chance at Democracy. Here in America where we have a true Democracy with a free election, we now have people who are absolutely refusing to respect the duly elected president of the United States. These are the same people who merrily followed Bush and Cheney for the eight years that put our country in the position it is in today. Astonishing. Well, back to the point of Iran--and the point is with all the folks out there with their tea parties and their pretended disgust with universal health care (which is really simply a veil for their hatred of a Black President), they can't find the time to stand in unison with those who truly are fighting an entrenched, fascist, theocratic regime. Okay, glad I got that out.
A chef at Davidson Farmer's Market.
Vietnamese coffee after a large bowl of pho.
View of the stage.
Down the row. Doesn't do the number justice.
Fire and rescue always available.
Openers, the Twins.
Jeremy Current
Current and guitar man.
Current and band.
The Moor.