They curst horseleeches o th’ excise, wha mak the whisky stells their prize! Haud up thy han’, Deil! Ance, Twice, Thrice! There, seize the blinkers! An bake them up in brunstane pies for poor damn’d drinkers.

- Robert Burns (19th century scotch enthusiast)

The Bluegrass Adventure this year was awesome. It was freakin’ cold Friday night when we played though. Lucky for you we have pictures. You can look at them all warm in your cube wherever you are.

If you can’t see the slideshow above visit the pictures here: http://picasaweb.google.com/dirkwatkins/BluegrassAdventure2007

This is a song that was inspired by the winter from hell in Wisconsin. And having to go to Chicago during rush hour every freaken week.

This took us six hours to complete and it’s a 3 minute song. Hmmmmm… Not quite sure if thats normal but it sure sounds good, the song that is.

Lyrics

scarf round my neck, grab my hat
close the door with a crack
20 below it hits my face
6 in the morning, what a waste

key to the ignition, park to drive
chattering teeth, still alive
negative, i start my day
negative, i’m on my way

gas to the floor, heat too high
there goes life, pass me by
why oh why oh why

remember the feeling i once had
sometime these days just drive me mad
smell of spring, grass just cut
thirteen reds, what the fuck
lemonade, barbecues
freezing rain, what’s the use?
shoot the shit, tequila and lime
take me back before i die

gas to the floor, heat too high
there goes life, pass me by
why oh why oh why

Dave on lyrics, mandolin and hand claps, Chris on banjo, Dirk on guitar and shaker.

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