Water under the Bridge

I had forgotton about this blog. 

Last spring, at about this time, I got a call from the Montpelier Building Inspector.  Someone had complained of the events I was holding in my attic, and they had to come and inspect.

The attic's on the third floor of my home.  It's an attic, after all.  I now can no longer hold concerts or workshops, or any event open to the public, or where money changes hands.  It still makes me sad. 

Over the past year, I've organized a couple of concerts and workshops at other sites around town, thanks to the generosity of the Summit School, Church of the Good Shepherd, and Onion River Exchange.  I'll probably continue to do this now and then, but whenever I leave my house with cider, cookies, fiddle and change, I am reminded of how easy it used to be.  It's more than just the simplicity too.  There's something different about an audience in the intimacy of a home.  I suppose I'll always have a little regret about losing that.  At the time, it was wickedly painful.  Now, just a dull ache. 

But there is still a lot of music in my life, and in the Attic as well.  Perhaps this can become the place where I write about the people, tunes, venues, teachers and bands who make my life rich, (well not financially, but you know what I mean.)   Stay tuned, and please play responsibly.