folder of dreams

Not long ago I pulled out a CD booklet (a big one...see ^^^^) to take to my car for my rockin' and rollin' needs. It was shocking to flip those pages - there is not a tighter review of my musical tastes, and maybe my life from 2000-2002 in existence. I'm not being overly emotional here; as an equivalent in fashion you'd need something to tell you exactly what pants, shirt, and shoes you were wearing on October 8th, 2001 (rando date for our purposes). That period covered my full conversion to alt.county and Americana music, stuff I still love. A folder created now as a future CD folder time capsule would more heavily lean into Americana (a now much broader scope) and string bands. For every Bellwether there's a Molly Tuttle, for every Waco Brothers there's a Parsonsfield (RIP), for every Buddy Miller there's a Jason Eady.

At that point in time I was still in England - which had a strong Americana scene. I fell particularly hard for Redlands Palomino Company who I'd seen at The Borderline in London (also RIP0. There ain't no video of so long ago, but here's a later shooting of them doing a Springsteen cover - you get the idea...and you get the lap steel representing with a Farmer Jason t-shirt. 

This of course brings up another English-American powerhouse of the times. Oh my, I loved them and this song, in particular. 

I feel my days of live shows are waning. I don't like long drives anymore and my venue taste is more limited. I still have stuff on the books this year. I'm still cool.