Every August for the past 8 years I've landed for a week in Lyons, Colorado for a thing called "Song School". Its a 4 day camp for songwriters, adults and teens, professionals, amateurs and those who've never written a song but dream of trying, that tags into the Rocky Mountain Folks Festival on the most beautiful plot of land that is wrapped in an embrace by the St. Vrain river and the red cliffs that are the hint of Rocky Mountain National Park just a few miles up a winding road to Estes. I've been teaching there for a few years now and performing as well. Last year I made my mainstage debut with The Tearjerks, a thrillride if there ever was one. This year, I played a set at the Wildflower Pavillion, but was moved to spinning and churning by music I heard pouring out over the stage as I sat, grasping hold of friends' hands, Vance Gilbert, Jonatha Brooke, Justin Roth, undone, heart broken wide-breathing-open by sets that inspired and awed, kicked my ass and kicked my gut, and left me gasping for air as I was brought to that religious place where a song can teach you about yourself and about the sky and about love and about laughing and playing and dancing. David Wilcox. Darrell Scott. Need I say more? I'm just sorry I could only stay the one day.
This is me, Vance Gilbert and Jonatha Brooke with our asses handed to us after Darrell Scott's brilliant set.