We drove through a monsoon on the way to New Holland, PA. But by the time my set started, we had a gorgeous sunny day.

The Spring Gulch Folk Festival has been going on for over 20 years. Tucked away in the middle of Pennsylvania Dutch country, it's a gorgeous little escape. We drove by bonneted teenage girls on bicycles. Head-to-toe-black-clad older ladies piloted a horse and buggy with a big flare orange triangle on the back to try and protect it from the speeding city folk. Gorgeous rolling hills gave way to farms so lovingly tended and tidy. I kept wondering what it might be like to just get the hell out of Harlem and find a little farm on a hill... but then I always get a little freaked out in the middle of nowhere, it's a little too quiet - no sirens, car alarms, bus brakes, no gangs. Food for thought. But....for now, the festival.

me and Amanda Shires. She played fiddle and sang with Rod Picott. GORGEOUS

Chicky was our fearless and half naked stage manager!

I had a lovely day, just slowing down for an afternoon, hanging out with my old friends Andy, Babs, and Michael Braunfeld. Thanks all, for having me, and thanks to a lovely audience, taking the time to listen and relax the old-fashioned way. No bees in bonnets yesterday!