Good friend Dan Trueman and his rockin' hardanger fiddle came to the rescue. Dan was part of the "Welcome Sound" super-group, and I had played with him before on several occasions. Dan says he's always happy to play, especially if all he has to do is show up with his fiddle and NOT do any of the signal-processing gunk. Being the signal-processing kinda guy I am, this works very well.
For the past several weeks, we've planned to get together at
Dan's house to do some recordings, but classes starting plus a
nasty cold that has been running around the CMC knocked out our
earlier plans. Today, in fact, I was still getting over my
round of the virus. But we finally did manage to meet for about
an hour or so of playing. The various decongestants and cough-suppressants
I was taking along with my anti-myeloma Revlimid made the whole
world really weird. Good music for that state of mind, I think.
