Occasional Holy Man and Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts About Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, and Interesting People. Thalassophile. Nemesis of all Celebrities [except for Chuck Norris]. He Lives Vicariously Through Himself. He has a Piece of Paper That Proves He's Laird of Glencoe.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Roughing It Here For A Few Days, Then Three More Interviews And Back To Work
Above is Alexander Hall, a modest structure nestled behind the Presbyterian church. I've seen many good performances here through the years, but I think my favorite was Iris DeMent's.
Don't know Iris? Well, let's just say she can be a mighty antidote to some weedy string quartet that's decided to inflict their "interpretation" of the Brandenburg Concerto on the unsuspecting who have just surrendered twenty-five bucks to be so abused.