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Double the Fun

Friday, March 5th, 2010
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

This week I’ve had the distinct pleasure of seeing two duo shows, both featuring the banjo. Sunday night the Fiddle and Pick in Pegram, Tenn, hosted Bill Evans and Megan Lynch, a.k.a. BEML. I’ve seen them do their duo thing on at least one previous occasion. It is great and hilarious. They always make a joke out of how many different banjos Bill feels the need to carry around the country with him. At this show three different banjos made an appearance: his Granada, a cello banjo, and an electric banjo that actually sounded really cool. I’m not generally a fan of electric banjos, but this one totally worked.

Megan Lynch, singing the awesome song about the boxer Sonny Liston, accompanied by Bill Evans on electric banjo. Yes -- electric banjo.

Megan Lynch, singing the awesome song about the boxer Sonny Liston, accompanied by Bill Evans on electric banjo. Yes -- electric banjo.

Megan does most of the singing and much of the pithy stage banter while Bill mostly tunes. JUST KIDDING! Bill has pithy stage banter, too. And sings. Actually, when there are only two people on stage, there is little space for tuning. You can’t just step back from the mic during a song to touch up a string that has slipped. You have to roll with it. For the sake of the show you have to pretend that absolutely nothing is wrong, even if one string is making you cringe. The audience mostly can’t tell the difference, and the people who CAN tell the difference understand exactly what it going on.

Megan Lynch and Bill Evans, with the cello banjo.

Megan Lynch and Bill Evans, with the cello banjo.

On the last song, Bill’s third string slipped and was noticeably flat. He didn’t even flinch a little bit. It was exactly how an out of tune instrument should be handled. I was watching and wondering, though, what he was going to do about the final note. They were in G, so that third string was going to be the last thing we heard. When he got there he did what I was hoping he’d do: played it on the fifth fret of the fourth instead of the open third. In tune!

BEML, or in this case, MLBE, which doesn't sound nearly as cool when you try to say it.

BEML, or in this case, MLBE, which doesn't sound nearly as cool when you try to say it.

BEML has been touring a lot lately, so if they’re near you, or a couple or four hours away, so see them! They often do some sort of workshop in conjunction with their show—education and entertainment in one package. Such a deal.

The second duo act was the relatively new pairing of Ned Luberecki and Stephen Mougin: Nedski and Mojo. They played the relatively new Wednesday night radio/live show at the Loveless Café called Music City Roots. It’s broadcast on WSM and has a format similar to the Grand Ole Opry. The two-hour show had five acts. Jim Lauderdale was the host, Eddie Stubbs was the radio announcer, and journalist Craig Havinghurst did short interview segments with the artists during the stage set-up time.

Stephen Mougin and Ned Luberecki

Stephen Mougin and Ned Luberecki

Nedski and Mojo’s segment was only three songs long, but they packed a lot of entertainment into a short time. Stephen is an amazing singer and guitar player, and Ned can do just about anything on the banjo, but what sets them apart is their sense of humor. They sang Ned’s original song, “Cabin of Death,” which, as he says, is the perfect bluegrass song since it features a cabin, family, a hill, and people dying. I’ve seen him sing it many times now, but this time it had an added bonus: the perfect banjo lick bit.

While Stephen keeps time on the guitar, Ned explains about the perfect banjo lick, which is the choke that starts out the high break of Foggy Mountain Breakdown—the one that is Ralph Stanley’s signature lick. It’s perfect because it will work over any chord, which Ned proceeded to demonstrate: G (yep), C (yep), D (yep). But those were easy. F (surprisingly, yep). Bb (mmmm, a stretch, but yep). B. B? (not so much). The almost perfect banjo lick!

Nedski and Mojo. Yes, they have fun on stage.

Nedski and Mojo. Yes, they have fun on stage.

It cracked me up. And Ned tied it in nicely on the big jam song at the end, which was really loud and raucous because everybody was on stage at once. I could hear Ned over on his end of the stage, wailing away on the perfect lick, and it worked in every chord.

Nedski and Mojo tour sporadically, since they have to fit dates in between Stephen’s regular gig playing with the Sam Bush band and Ned’s regular gig playing with Chris Jones and the Nightdrivers, but they are well worth keeping an eye out for!

Pictures from Bull Run

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

Here are some pictures, courtesy of Murphy’s friend Jane, of The Dixie Bee-Liners’ gig Friday night at Bull Run Restaurant in Shirley, Mass.

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Casey Henry, tuning.

Casey Henry, tuning.

Casey Henry, Buddy Woodward, Brandi Hart, Rachel Johnson, and Sav Sankaran.

Casey Henry, Buddy Woodward, Brandi Hart, Rachel Johnson, and Sav Sankaran.

The Dixie Bee-Liners in action.

The Dixie Bee-Liners in action.

From the Road

Saturday, January 16th, 2010
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

The Dixie Bee-Liners are in the northeast this weekend and we have totally lucked out on the weather. We played in Cambridge, MA, Friday night, Shirley, MA, Saturday night, and are headed to Harrisburg, PA, today, and it’s supposed to be 46 degrees. How awesome is that!

In Cambridge we played at Club Passim, which is a prestigious folk club that has been there for 52 years. I had actually never heard of it, but it turned out to be a really cool place. They have a restaurant adjacent to the club called the Veggie Cafe. They served wonderful food. I had roasted butternut squash, caramelized onions, and goat cheese over coconut rice. Scrumptions. A good meal like that before you play makes a huge difference.

We opened for a band called Christabel and the Jons. As it turned out, they are from Tennessee, too, (Knoxville) and play original swingy country/jazz songs. Very cool. I traded for their CD, which we’re going to listen to in the van on the way to the gig today.

Last night we played at the Bull Run Restaurant. This place, which reminded me strongly of Penn Alps in Maryland, had crazy good food. I ate so much. Salad with greens, apples, roasted butternut squash, and a maple balsamic vinegarette. Ravioli stuffed with cheese and peppers over a butternut squash puree. (Butternut squash seems to be a running theme this weekend. Hmmm.) I was still full five hours afterwards. The building was built in 1740, which makes it one of the oldest places I’ve ever played, and the crowd was wonderful. One of my mom’s old school mates from Clarkesville came, Jane Thompson. And I sold two whole CDs. I love it when that happens.

A couple of times this weekend I’ve had a sweaty-finger problem. I’ll be playing a song, usually my banjo tune in the set, “Leroy and Liza,” and I realize that my thumbpick is working its way down my thumb. I’m playing my last break thinking, “Please don’t come off before the last note, please don’t come off before the last note!” Luck was with me and it stayed on, but it was nerve wracking.

Well, gotta dash. We’re loading the van to head to Harrisburg to play at the Stage on Herr tonight. See you there!

Fiddle Sisters Hit The Nursing Home Circuit

Monday, December 14th, 2009
Murphy Henry

Murphy Henry

Okay. So I had planned to write this awesome blog about learning to play by ear to complement the one Casey wrote. I was planning to write about “Sally Goodwin” since I have several students—both mail order and “live”—working on that particular piece. I pictured a leisurely morning in which I would drink hot tea with sugar, read my current book (a biography of Ayn Rand), and write my blog in a timely fashion.

Instead I left my boudoir about 8:30 a.m. to the heinous sound of I didn’t know what—it sounded like a loud grinding of metal on metal coming from our basement. Afraid that something was fixing to explode, I ventured down the stairs to be met with the sight of water all over the downstairs floor, fans going, rugs rolled back, a garden hose leading to the outside, and Red cutting through the copper pipe going to our water heater which had decided to disgorge its contents all over the linoleum.

Red had encountered this same sight—sans fans and water hose—at 5:30 this morning when he got up. He was kind enough not to wake me.

So we spent the morning dealing with that. A morning I had planned to spend practicing my fiddle, since the Fiddle Sisters were spreading Christmas cheer at a series of four nursing homes that afternoon. Fiddle Sister Patty, who lives nearby and is young and strong, was kind enough to come over to help Red load the now-drained water heater (still under warrenty) into the van for transport to Lowe’s. She said I was welcome to come shower at her house and we could ride together to Fiddle Sisters Charlotte’s where we were gathering at 1 p.m.

At 11:30 I was still mopping. I finally gave it up and headed over to Patty’s house to shower and get ready for the gig. I was absolutely filthy from crawling around on a dirty, water-soaked floor. Of course, I had to take a change of clothes, a cosmetics bag, a hair dryer, a jar of organic peanut butter and some crackers since I didn’t have time to eat lunch, and my fiddle.

I showered, changed, and just had time to spread peanut butter on bread and take it with me (eschewing the crackers). Patty threw in a box of Triscuits for her lunch although I didn’t see her eat any. I finished my sandwich on the road. Patty was driving. “This is why I don’t play out much anymore,” I said to Patty. “It’s just too much. I loved it when I was younger but now I just don’t have the energy. And what if you didn’t like the band members you were playing with? What if you all were fighting? There is so little room for the music. The Fiddle Sisters are the only group I would consider expending this much energy for right now.” (Did I mention it was RAINING? And COLD?)

Luckily, the rest of the day went fabulously. It stopped raining, the sun came out, and we shucked coats, hats, and scarves right and left. We all looked great in our red Christmas attire. The folks we played for loved us and we felt like we were bringing a little joy into their lives. And I had brought a whole bag of Hershey’s Kisses (“Silver Bells” as Mama calls them) to keep up our energy. We even managed to work in a visit to Starbucks in between venues.

I will have to say that in the middle of our second performance my cell phone started vibrating in my pocket. I was deep into “Jingle Bells” so I didn’t take the call. Later I looked at it. It was a text message from Logan. It said, “Sorry to bother you but…I HATE SALLY GOODIN’.” (Logan’s mother is Fiddle Sister Robyn.)

I sent him back a text saying, “She hates U 2. Hang N.”

I didn’t hear back so I hope he kept practicing.

Also at that same nursing home, one of the residents said he had a cousin who had won several national fiddle contests. Naturally, I was skeptical but I asked who that was and he said “Buck Ryan.” Well, Buck, who played with Don Reno for years, is from around here (Mt. Jackson) and he was truly  a great fiddle player, so we talked about him for a little while and that was kind of neat.

We finished up our four gigs at a little after 5 p.m., and headed to Olive Garden for some rest, relaxation, and red wine. It was wonderful. We are truly a compatible bunch of women.

In case you are interested, the tunes we were playing were (not in this order):

Silent Night

Joy to the World

O Come All Ye Faithful

Jingle Bells

Silver Bells (City Sidewalks)

Away in a Manger

Little Drummer Girl

Good King Wenceslas

What Child Is This (in D minor!)

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

And a great big thanks to the Fiddle Sisters: Charlotte, Patty, Robyn, Sandy, and Susie. We are FABULOUS!

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revivial Tour-Day 25

Monday, November 23rd, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Yesterday: last show of the tour. Cool old Vaudeville theater with a surprising amount of space in the dressing rooms. I had the BEST surprise. I knew that my cousin who lives here in Pittsburgh and her boyfriend were coming to the show. She came when we were soundchecking and we went to eat Greek food (the owner of the restaurant was Jackie O’s personal chef on her yacht). I knew that my cousin and his girlfriend who live about an hour away were coming. But when I walked into the lobby at intermission and saw two of my mom’s cousins who live in Georgia, I was bowled over. Butch Martin had already seen the show once in Atlanta and still wanted to see it again (that’s a good sign, right?).

It was a really good show and really good crowd last night. For the first time on the entire tour, we had trouble with our sign. We’ve been doing a text-in promotion, so we have the phone number on a big sign. Every show after we show it to the audience, Robin props it up in front of the monitor speakers on the stage. Last night for some reason, it would not stay propped. It actually slid off the front of the stage! On his third try it stayed, earning a nice hand from the audience!

The sweet Uncle Earl G’earls gave us a bottle of wine and made us this card:

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We’ll miss you, too!! I’ll miss Paula singing baritone at my left shoulder during the finale songs. I’ll miss the theme songs. I’ll miss the jokes. I’ll miss hearing “Shiny Penny” and “Crayola” every day. I wish I had gotten a banjo lesson from Paula.

Here’s what I won’t miss: having to load the van every morning. Hotel breakfasts every morning. Riding in the van every single day. Having to wear the same clothes over and over and over.

Another thing I’ll miss is doing the pattycake on “Crayola.” Here’s Rachel and Sierra, trying to work up their verse, backstage in Hamilton, OH.

Rachel Johnson and Sierra Hull

Rachel Johnson and Sierra Hull

Rachel Johnson and Sierra Hull

Rachel Johnson and Sierra Hull

And I’ll miss everyone. I hope we get to do another tour together sometime!

everyone

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 24

Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

This is gonna be a speed-blog because I’m running late and we’re about to load the van to drive 4 1/2 hours to our LAST GIG OF THE TOUR!! We were all a bit disappointed yesterday when we realized what a long drive it was. Originally the tour book (our itenerary) had said it was only 110 miles. Alas, it’s 293 miles. Bummer. Here’s a concise view of our tour, courtesy of Uncle Earl: tour map.

First I have to say to my Dad:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I’ll call you later!

There are many things that we’ll miss when this tour is over. Loading the van in the morning is not one of them. Inevitably we’re always waiting on someone or other. So a couple days ago I took some waiting pictures:

Robin Davis. Waiting.

Robin Davis. Waiting.

Jeremy Darrow. Waiting. (In his snazzy new Uncle Earl hat. He helped them load their van--he got a hat.)

Jeremy Darrow. Waiting. (In his snazzy new Uncle Earl hat. He helped them load their van--he got a hat.)

Casey Henry. Waiting.

Casey Henry. Waiting.

We will miss getting to hang out with such great musicians and amusing people every day.

Here’s the link to my third tour post over on the Bluegrass Blog.

Gotta run. See y’all in Pittsburgh tonight I hope! (I mean, we’ll definitely be there, I just hope that you will, too.)

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 23

Saturday, November 21st, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Our band did a school outreach yesterday afternoon at St. John’s Lutheran School. The entire school was in attendence, a couple hundred K-8th graders. The littler kids were totally into it, clapping to almost every song, though not at all in time (it sounded like heavy rain pounding on a roof), but the eighth graders in the back row were more aloof, watching politely but completely undemonstrative.

It’s a completely different experience playing for children than for adults. I like to study the kids and pick out who looks the most like me at that age. She’d definitely be obeying all the rules, sitting politely, paying attention, long brown hair, headband or ponytail, braces.

We had to adjust our material some, on account of all the singing about alcohol, suicide, and sex that we usually do. J We did “Bound to Ride,” and Buddy introduced it with a long spiel about crackers (the food, not the people). The next song was Robin singing “Nine Pound Hammer.” As he was singing the verse that goes, “It’s a long way to Harlan, it’s a long way to Hazard, just to get a little brew…” he suddenly realized he was singing about moonshine and improvised on the fly: “It’s a long way to Harlan, it’s a long way to Hazard, just to get a pile of crackers…” The band cracked up, of course, and the school’s staff was none the wiser. The kids didn’t care.

Our show tonight had a pretty good crowd, but they were a little too polite. We like the ones who will hoot and holler. Oh. Wait. I can hear them now. They’re hooting and hollering for Uncle Earl. It was just us. Okay then. Never mind….

The women of the American Revival Tour getting ready to sing the Crayola song.

The women of the American Revival Tour getting ready to sing the Crayola song.

Anyway. Uncle Earl does one of Kristin Andreassen’s songs, “Crayola Doesn’t Make A Color For Your Eyes.” I’m not sure if I’ve really written anything about it until now, but it is a totally awesome song. It won some kind of songwriting award, but it’s completely charming and the last line of the chorus is “Crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my love.” Their arrangement includes a hand clap/slap pattycake thing all the way through. They sing and clap simultaneously and I didn’t fully appreciate how hard that is until last night.

The G’Earls wanted to get all the women on the tour involved and on stage at the same time, so Rachel and Sierra learned a verse to sing while they clapped, and Brandi and I were hand jive partners. To keep the pattern going through the entire song takes a balance of concentration and not-thinking-about-it that I have not achieved yet. Maybe by tonight, or tomorrow.

We just have two more shows left. Two! Long drive today—six hours—and a show tonight in Hamilton, Ohio. We need to make sure to get a group picture before we all go our separate ways.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 22

Friday, November 20th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

I’m sitting the lounge of the Hilton Hotel in Naperville, IL, near Chicago, writing this. Who knows when I’ll be able to post it because they make you pay for internet access here, which I’m not willing to do. Last night my phone told me there was a Caribou Coffee half a mile away, so I was planning on going there. But this morning my phone decided it was really two miles away and, since I don’t have van keys, it would have taken too long to walk there.

Scarf attempt #2.

Scarf attempt #2.

Yesterday was a travel day, nine hours from Knoxville to the Chicago area. Rachel decided to ride with Clay and Sam Hess, so I once again had the back van seat to myself (woohoo!). That made my trip easier. I finished my second crocheted scarf and finished Charlaine Harris’s new collection of Sookie Stackhouse short stories. Buddy and Jeremy did the driving, and a fine driving job it was, too.

Jeremy realized that we were passing very close to the Kentucky Coffeetree Cafe in Frankfort, Ky., so we stopped there for lunch. The Bee-Liners have played there a few times in the past, and the bookshelf-lined walls created an extremely comfortable atmostphere. I had the black bean salsa wrap and potato salad. Really, really good.

When we got close to the hotel, we decided to grab supper before checking in. We went to possibly the worst Thai restaurant that any of us have ever been to. Good presentation, but they fell far short in the taste department. You win some, you lose some. We certainly lost that one.

I took an early bed but Rachel decided to go to the midnight showing of “New Moon” with Clay and Sam. I was long asleep by the time they got back after 2 a.m. I’m still waiting for a report on the movie, since she was still asleep when I left the room this morning.

Today we’re playing a school show from 2-3 before heading over to the McAninch Arts Center at the College of DuPage for tonight’s show. I really hope that we can hold the attention of a room full of first through eighth graders.

P.S. – A big thank you once again to Caribou Coffee, once again, for their internet access. And for my dark chocolate latte. Big yum.

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 21

Thursday, November 19th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Knoxville yesterday held many revelations. Among them Morelock Music, which is right around the corner from The Square Room, where we were playing. I happened upon it completely by accident. What caught my eye was the huge banjo

Uncle Earl's Paula Bradley and the ridiculous banjo.

Uncle Earl's Paula Bradley and the ridiculous banjo.

but what really drew me in was the dead cool vintage clothes. Not what I usually expect to see in a music store, but I went with it, and found a nice fleecy jean jacket for $15. They were playing Reed Martin (solo clawhammer banjo) on the store stereo, which made me feel right at home.

Second revelation: YeeHaw Industires printshop. They had a booth set up at the Clifftop old-time festival, where I spent too much money. I was saved from a similar fate yesterday only by the consideration that whatever I bought has to survive in the van for five more days. No poster has a chance.

Third revelation: Kopi Luwak coffee, which we fondly refer to as cat poo coffee. I had heard about this coffee for years. I think the first person to tell me about it was KC Groves. It comes from Sumatra. These animals called Luwaks (cat-like creatures) eat red, ripe coffee cherries. They digest the fruit part, but the beans pass through and end up on the forest floor, where people collect them, roast them and grind them, just like regular coffee. Except that this coffee is so rare it costs $480 a pound. Seriously.

Brandi and I happened into a shop called Coffee and Chocolate, just next door to the venue. They had this coffee. It cost $60 for two ounces. Brandi made a deal with the owner of the shop that we’d get a package of it, get them to brew it up, and split it between all of us, so it would only cost us just over $8 each. They had some of these Kopi Luwak coffee beans encased in a clear paperweight. We all thought this was very amusing and studied it very closely.

Stephie Coleman, Jeremy Darrow, Bryn Davies and KC Groves seriously considering Kopi Luwak coffee beans.

Stephie Coleman, Jeremy Darrow, Bryn Davies and KC Groves seriously considering Kopi Luwak coffee beans.

If you liked the Uncle Earl blog song, you’re sure to like this one. It’s the Uncle Earl Cat Poo Coffee Song! (You need a jingle, they got a jingle. Even if you didn’t know you needed a jingle, they’ve got a jingle for you.) I’m not sure this one is going to be as big a hit as their blog theme…

Before the cat poo coffee we played on the local radio station WDVX for about twenty minutes, advertising the night’s show and our new CD Susanville. Here’s a little photo gallery.

Brandi Hart, consulting about mic placement with WDVX deejay.

Brandi Hart, consulting about mic placement with WDVX program director Tony Lawson.

Rachel Johnson, tearing up her break on "Heavy".

Rachel Johnson, tearing up her break on "Heavy".

Brandi Hart singing "Heavy" from the new Dixie Bee-Liners' CD Susanville.

Brandi Hart singing "Heavy" from the new Dixie Bee-Liners' CD Susanville.

Buddy Woodward rendering "Truck Stop Baby," also on Susanville.

Buddy Woodward rendering "Truck Stop Baby," also on Susanville.

And here’s a shot from the show’s finale song:

Almost everyone from Uncle Earl, Sierra Hull and Highway 111, and The Dixie Bee-Liners in the final song of the night.

Almost everyone from Uncle Earl, Sierra Hull and Highway 111, and The Dixie Bee-Liners in the final song of the night.

Today is a travel day. We’re headed to Glen Ella, Illinois, near Chicago. I don’t think anyone is looking forward to the long drive!

Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour-Day 20

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
Casey Henry

Casey Henry

Holy cow, day twenty! We’ve really been out for twenty days? It seems like a hundred. Just kidding. It seems like thirty.

News Flash: this afternoon (November 18th) around 5:00 Eastern time The Bee-Liners and (I think) Sierra Hull’s band will be live on the radio–WDVX in Knoxville. You can listen online here, or tune in to the local FM frequency.

Last night was a truly exciting moment: Uncle Earl debuted the blog song on stage for our lucky Bowling Green crowd. And I got an MP3 version of the song, so everyone should be able to play it with no problem. Listen to the Murphy Method Blog Theme Song here. After they sang it I got several inquiries about the address of the blog, so a big welcome to any readers who were lured in by Uncle Earl’s siren song.

I realized yesterday that I really hadn’t had any pictures of Sierra Hull and her band on here, so I snapped one as were were hanging around, killing time backstage. Here’s what Sierra does for fun:

Sierra Hull, finding her true calling.

Sierra Hull, finding her true calling.

This next story is about what Jeremy and I do for fun. We were in the green room backstage, which happens to be under the stage. Sierra’s band was soundchecking and there was some foot pounding going on. Underneath the stage as we were, it sounded like someone using a sledge hammer. We decided walking around in the cool night air would be preferable. Jeremy found on his handy iPhone the Corsair Artisan Microdistillery, which was just next door to where we were (we took a roundabout route to get there, but we made it). The inside lights were on and the sign out front said “Distillery Gift Shop,” so we took a chance and went in. The pungent smell of fermenting grain met us at the door. We didn’t really see anyone, so we looked at the shirts, glasses, bottles of spirits they had there.

Brady, hard at work on a batch of Pumpkin Spice Moonshine.

Brady, hard at work on a batch of Pumpkin Spice Moonshine.

A couple minutes later a guy notices us, says they are actually closed, and introduces himself as Ben, one of the owners. We get into conversation and he tells us about their operation, which is less than two years old. Even though they’re closed, he offers to do us a little tasting. We take him up on the offer. He first pours us their Rye whiskey, which is great. The Yazoo Brewing Company in Nashville made the mash for it, and it apparently really clogged up their machines so they’ll never do it again. You better believe that Jeremy and I walked out of there with the last two bottles of that batch.

Then Ben poured their vanilla vodka for us. This was far and away my favorite. It tasted like drinking vanilla extract (made with organic fair-trade vanilla beans). I took a bottle of that home as well.

We moved onto Gin, which is not my favorite, but theirs was wonderful. Jeremy tasted the absinthe and liked it enough to buy a bottle. I’m not a licorice fan, so I just smelled its distinctive aroma and that was enough for me.

I would have liked to taste the Pumpkin Spice Moonshine that was running out of the still right at the that moment, but it wasn’t ready for the public. Finding Corsair Artisan Distillery was by far the best impromptu side trip of the tour. We felt lucky to have happened upon them, and were so grateful that even though they were closed Ben took the time to introduce us to his wonderful products! They will make the rest of the tour much more fun!

Today we’re hitting the road to Knoxville, Tenn., where we play at the Square Room.