After the April we just had, I feel like no matter what I peck out here, it’s gonna seem a tad underwhelming.

Truthfully, it’s been a helluva month, but little of that had to do with our musical comings & goings. In fact, other than convening for Matt’s birthday last weekend, I think the 4 of us have only been in the same room once since the last show. We spent a few hours throwing around set list suggestions for the next one, hemming and hawing over which intro made the most sense for this particular engagement, and debating whether or not it really mattered how many songs we played from the “new” album, seeing as it was released in 2023, and hardly qualifies as such now.

We hashed all that business out, the set is set, the intro will speak for itself, and if you’re in the vicinity of Bloomington, IL, this coming Friday, June 5th, we’re gonna throw it all at the wall, and see what sticks in the The Castle Theater, where we’ll be opening for our good friends Revel In Red. I go way back with these guys, to a time before social media, when flyers stapled to telephone poles was the primary method of promoting gatherings such as these. Now though, we have nice things, like indoor plumbing, Kardashians, and the internet, so here I am telling you about it from the comfort of my Tennessee home, which has all of those but one.

Doors at 7. Show at 8 (that’s us), followed by more show (that’s them). As I’m typing this, tickets are still available, and HERE is where you can get some in advance, if you don’t wanna take your chances the day of.

In other news, Kenny & I were prompted to revisit our 2014 record as The Die Youngs, for the express purpose of re-imagining one of its tracks as a Father-Daughter wedding dance number. The request necessitated a full re-record, since we had to shave quite a few BPM off the tempo, and “soften” the whole approach. I ended up playing piano, doing the string parts, and throwing down some acoustic, while Kenny knocked out all the electric guitars, some gut string bits, and a mess of cool percussion, before singing his heart out for the occasion. By all accounts (only one, so far - the guy who commissioned the whole project), there was “not a dry Dad eye in the house” after ‘That’s My Girl (Redux)” did its work. That’s right, kids, we’re now officially wedding singers….I mean, virtually, but yeah.

Remind me to tell you about the time I played a funeral…seriously.

I think that’s about it, for now at least.

Be good to one another,
D.