Fallow Fields

We let The Buskers lie fallow since the last harvest of shows in August, while our teaching day jobs came back and devoured Paul and me. But after the the first few weeks of school have chewed us up and spit us out again, we stagger back into my studio for the first of what becomes those weekly sessions where new material gets a first run and over the winter adds another set of tunes to the big bad Buskers catalog. 

In the next couple weeks, though, we'll be pulling tunes from this Summer out of the root cellar (ew, nothing smells like a rotten Mother Hubbard), because we have a show at 51 Main in Middlebury, VT on Nov. 4. It came up fast and we weren't able to get another booking in the area for that weekend, but that turned out great for me, because I've just been invited to play with killer stankin' trombonist Delfeayo Marsalis again at New England College on the 5th. 

So I'm thinking...that's a long drive across the Green Mountains and back for one little gig, and I'm thinking... Middlebury is a nice town... and it's just a few days after my wedding anniversary; so my wife and I are going to make a night of it and stay at a b & b a few blocks away.

Yes, I can get antsy and restless and downhearted when we go too long without Busk(er)ing our own music --thank God for the freelance gigs--but then again, as the Old Farmer knows, every field needs time to lie fallow or it won't keep producing good crops.