We sure do miss getting out and playing together, but have stuck to the Covid-19 quarantine during this cold winter. Lots of ice and snow and freezing temperatures here in the New River Valley!
Understandably, this put a kibosh on our summertime jams on the porch that continued into jamming on the deck as the fall brought chilly weather. We even bought a small outdoor gas heater that helped, but eventually it got too cold for our fingers to play outdoors on the deck.
We were lucky to have outdoor gigs about once a month through the summer and early fall of 2020 that kept us playing. We loved sharing our music at an outdoor concert with guests at Mountain Lake Hotel by the gazebo and enjoyed playing at a couple of outdoor private parties, the Blacksburg Farmers Market, and on the porch at the Wilderness Road Regional Museum's Living History. We closed out the fall with a Halloween gig at the Sinkland Farms Pumpkin Festival, complete with a background of antique tractors!
Check out our photos to see all the fun that was had!
As the spring warms up, we plan to play tunes again on our deck (did I mention Margaritas?). Looking forward to playing in May at the Brewridge Festival at Mountain Lake and also playing for a small square dance as the warm weather makes outdoor entertainment a possibility. Hope to see you soon!
Keep On Keepin' On
It's been a rough year, folks. We're lucky to all have our health and safety here are IRSB, but we know that there are many struggling for the last several months. Nearly all of our shows were canceled from March to September, but were able to do a few socially-distant gigs here and there during the last few months. All the festivals, shows, gigs, events, and brew-ha-has we were looking forward to in 2020 have all gone by the wayside. Here's to a more musical future for us all.
On a lighter note, we've been able to get some playing in the last several weeks down by the shores of Indian Run (check out the Audio & Visual page!). If you drive down our road on a Sunday evening, you just might hear some foot tapping, blues-beating music ambling down the happiest hollow in Blacksburg.
Until we meet (in person) again.