I have to say. this day was MAGIC.

Late this morning, Ben and Whynot and I went to see some Oregon sights. On the list was the "colliding rivers" -- Ben said it was the only place in the world where two rivers collided......

Well, I expected crazy dramatic crashing and Niagara like falls. ok so it wasn't that, but it was sweet and incredibly pretty, and oh so fun. And that was just perfect!! And boy did that water feel good.

We dabbled in the streams for a minute

Ben scoped out the far shore....

And then we decided. Hell, we're going in. It's hot, and beautiful. Bring on the freckles.

WE got back just in time for soundcheck. This concert series is a free gig that's been going on for 17 years. The people running it were classy and lovely and lucky for us, GREAT COOKS. The food was off the hook backstage, and the whole crew were triple A -- kind, talented, and fun.

First thing we saw at the gig was a gorgeous quilt of people's blankets, and sleeping bags and tarps.

They told us some fans come and get theirs down at 3 or 4 in the morning to stake a good spot for the day. So pretty. Well....

We just LOVED playing here. The audience was so cool. Everything about it just ruled. Kids were dancing on the sidelines. Families had coolers with yummies and wine. Every age person was represented. There were fans, and total newbies, but everyone seemed to be having a great time. I know I was....

Then, just as we were finishing "So Much Mine" we got word that there was a bomb at the concert, set to go off at 8:30. This was at 8:17.

What? You're kidding. What a total waste. What  a bummer. Why would someone do that?

It was a total crushing disappointment to all the people who had worked so hard to make such an incredible day happen. A blow to all the people there, supporting live music and the incredible committee of people that make this event happen every year. A blow to the innocence and beauty of the families who come out to listen, and picnic and enjoy the simple beauty and music on an August afternoon.

Shame on the person who did this. Shame on you. You lose.

As far as we're concerned, we can't WAIT to come back to Roseburg again. It was dreamy. More than we can usually hope for most days doing what we do.

We went back to the hotel and had some wine outside our lobby. We toasted to LOVE and good will. (of course there was no bomb, just some miserable loser looking for some kind of power fix)

Cheers to Roseburg. We LOVE you!!

As one of the announcers said right before we came on stage.

"Just do good, and be nice!"

Is that really so hard???

p.s. found this article on line... strange way to get press!!