This was a small mining town a long time ago, and now it was a place where they had a music festival. We played, as did the bands of our friends, including Ash Reiter, The Blank Tapes, and Sparrows Gate. A thunderstorm came during our set and I jumped in the river so the locals would enjoy the memories. My overall life was out of control. I see that now that I am more clear minded. Ross took a good picture. Tom and Jen ghosted and are my heroes. I'm grateful for the unconditional love of my friends, and to whatever other worldly sources fended off disaster, because there was a fire and troubles in the cold damp, night.
