this weekend was such a blur! met so many amazing people and bands and we just can’t say thank you enough to everyone. we love y’all! #royalerules #countdowntoachilles (at Little Off-Kilter)

this weekend was such a blur! met so many amazing people and bands and we just can’t say thank you enough to everyone. we love y’all! #royalerules #countdowntoachilles (at Little Off-Kilter)

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COLUMBUS!!! who’s ready to get down tonight??? come see us with @weareoffandon and @thewetdarlings at @brothersdrake for an official @fmmfestival afterparty! #fmmf #countdowntoachilles #royalerules (at Dino World)

COLUMBUS!!! who’s ready to get down tonight??? come see us with @weareoffandon and @thewetdarlings at @brothersdrake for an official @fmmfestival afterparty! #fmmf #countdowntoachilles #royalerules (at Dino World)

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happy, happy birthday to our very own poppa bear Kirk! we love you so much buddy, enjoy this day! xoxo (at Bomb Shelter Studios)

happy, happy birthday to our very own poppa bear Kirk! we love you so much buddy, enjoy this day! xoxo (at Bomb Shelter Studios)

Walk It For Yourself - MCR 8.20.14

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Dear Coen Brothers, I have this great idea for your next movie. A six-piece itinerant Italian bluegrass/folk band is driving the ribbons of highway and endless skyways of America, in search of their heroes, living and dead. The van gets a flat tire and they’re forced over to the shoulder (many hand gestures). And as the band is rooting beneath the banjo cases and empty beef jerky wrappers for the spare tire, a man appears from nowhere. He’s wearing a Manuel western suit. He’s a man with flowing hair streaked with a color we’ll call “experience,” yet he radiates the vigor of youth. He seems ageless and wise and kindly. Soon the band is rolling on the road again with a working van and an invitation to play for an audience of thousands in Nashville (many hand gestures). 

If you weren’t at Roots this Wednesday, you may suspect I’ve lost my mind. But no, dear readers, this is a scarcely embellished account of events that brought Jim Lauderdale and the band La Terza Classe together and the band to our stage. After Jim sang his traditional opening number (in this case the fabulous “I Lost You” from the new I’m A Song album), he invited out his new friends. The shaggy, smiling crew gathered around one mic, said a few kind words and launched into Woody Guthrie’s “The Lonesome Valley.” They sang in pristine harmony (“nobody else can walk it for you/you’ve got to walk it for yourself”) and grooved along infectiously with an upright bass, riffy banjo, snare drum (on a strap), plus harmonica and tin whistle. They brought down the house and set a magic tone for another night of artists who are indeed walking the valley for themselves.

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ok, this is an americana band from italy. they know everything about american roots music and they shot us for their documentary! #wow #thepowerofmusic #wereallone (at Saffire Restaurant and Bar)

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