And, that means more fiddling.
There was no drama of note this year at Yarra Junction. I survived and had one of the best festivals ever! So nice to be able to catch up to that batch of folks. And, actually, early May was a perfect time. Cool and green, not dry and dusty.
I'm back in New York State, unpacking and taking care of the stack of details that tend to accumulate when traveling. Soon as I have a moment, I'll post some tunes. And, I better do that ASAP, because here comes Black Creek, Old Songs, Harry Smith, Clifftop, and for the first time, Ashokan Fiddle and Dance camp. Woohoo!
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