I'm going to disappear for a while. Nothing tragic or emo going on. I'm just going to go live in a pasture for a week and a half. My favorite place in the world is the Kerrville Folk Festival. It started last week. I am driving down tonight or in the early morning to attend as a regular tourist tomrrow night and as a volunteer (first aid) for the remaining week. For those who don't know folk music or the festival experience, Folk generally sounds like country without the steel guitars and stupid hats. But at the festival they play pretty much anything that occurs on this planet and somebody can recognize it as music, except without electricity. This is the main reason that, even though I still consider myself a bass player, first and foremost, I play my 12-string more than my bass lately.