I'm supposed to be enjoying the music at the Gettysburg Bluegrass Festival this afternoon. But it's a hundred and ten, hundred and ten in the shade. And I don't know if I can even drag my ass out there for the Seldom Scene at 3:00 p.m. Mr. Zuska is, of course, sweating it out and recording all the acts. There is no dedication like the dedication of a taper, especially not when he has new Neumann SKM 184's (pictures coming later).
Me, I'm happy here in the Ragged Edge Coffee House. And I thank them for the wifi. But time is running out on the meter, and I'm almost out of change...damn! Must...feed....the meter...
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