Time expands and contracts. I’m in Caldwell Idaho at a wonderful place called the Manor. A house/venue/spot that has been a coveted favorite of countless bands I have now been introduced to. Impeccable taste in music this young man has. We found our way here after a night in Avon. We played this morning during breakfast burrito hour at the Porcupine Music Festival. Porcupine was an experience. Another world. We drank the koolaid. Long story short. We’re happy. We’re healthy. We’re a little dirty. Everyone we have come across has made this such a journey.
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