In which Claire eats all the snacks again.
Y’all, what a night we had. I was thrilled to be on a bill with Kyshona Armstrong & Curtis Eller. The Huffer House shows are very well curated events at my pal Jason’s house which he built specifically to house a grand piano and host shows. It is next level rad.
Read MoreIn which our protagonist engages in social nepotism and eats at almost every food truck. T’was the 34th annual NGFF at Sandy Creek Park. Despite the date of Sept 29, 2018… it was most definitely still summertime. This is my first year on the board that puts together this festival. Dick Daniels and I were tasked with booking the bands…. so…. naturally… I booked friends with draws. Yes, social nepotism WAS involved and I readily admit it. I can’t help it if I am friends with VERY talented musicians. I also sought out help from longtime board members, Tommy Jordan & Art Rosenbaum, to make sure we had a well-rounded bill that included old timers and new folksters. Also, I booked myself :). Self nepotism.
Read MoreThis is Page Campbell writing. My sister Claire (she’s the best) spent a lot of time blogging in the early days of Hope. She magically managed to document what is now a foggy dream of the early 00’s, and I am in her debt for that. We still make music together, as we have since we were actual children living in the same room (it was a big room- it was an attic and a sanctuary), we just don’t blog about it as much as we used to.
I don’t know that I have ever truly blogged. Im going to tell a tour story.
Read MoreHope For Agoldensummer has spent the last 2 weeks hitting the road with a vengeance. So forceful were we in our travels that our beloved touring van, Betty Bang, now sits in a wrecker lot somewhere in Ohio awaiting her final voyage... to the scrapyard. It is an amazing sight to see your wheel fly past your van at 5am, a glowing red orb sailing down a dark highway, whilst you struggle to stop a vehicle that has lost its ability to brake.
Read MoreOn April 26th we were scheduled to be performing another Brooklyn show at Zebulon… but it got burnt in a dang fire. Plus, the way things turned out, we had to be back in DC to collect our van from the shop. Which we did. Right after playing at Pete’s in Brooklyn we headed back down the Jersey Turnpike.We arrived in DC around 6am. We got our van from the shop as soon as they opened at 8am. They took our $900 with a smile.
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