Got back from way out yonder in Redwood country. We were having so much fun hiking amongst the big trees we didn't make it to the Garlic Festival. I get to work from home this week. This is a good thing. I can do some prep for the Fringe. The Rockstar Storytellers have a show in the big hoo-hah this year and I'm poppin' in at three of the five Rockstar performances to do a little woodsheddin'.
What, pray, is woodsheddin', you ask?
Well...it might be a disaster but the idea is one stolen from Delta Blues country by way of the Jazz Fest. Back in the day you might have two rippin' guitarists (or drummers, or brassmen, or whatever) show up at the same little roadhouse in the Delta. They'd start headchoppin'...trading songs to see who could outplay the other. The magic would happen when they'd stop choppin' and start playing together. The miracle would be when they'd riff their way into a brand new song that they'd more or less make up while standing onstage together. We're gonna try to do the storytellin' equivalent of that. Don't worry...there will always be three "regular" storytellin' slots in case the woodsheddin' thing sucks. Personally, though, I think it'll rock.
Not doing any regular storytellin' slots in the Fringe. Friday night I'm throwin' down with Laura Bidgood. Sunday with Mike Fotis. Saturday with Dave Mondy. Should be fun.
