It was the last gig of the tour, but then again, it stood alone. It was the
first show we booked for the summer and the last played, a little over a week
after we had to let our favorite tour manager go back to her regular life.
Land of a Thousand Hills Coffee Shop in Roswell, GA, is just north of
Atlanta. The building is a re-purposed house on top of a hill, with a large
patio, a vegetable garden and even a screened in gazebo tucked away behind the
building. A winding path leads through a stand of bamboo, shaded by large
trees. It was lovely.
Tyler, an adorable ginger, welcomed us and offered Edward his choice of
playing indoors or outside on the stage. Edward opted for the stage, as it was
visible from the road and he thought passers-by might be encouraged to stop if
they saw someone playing.
Unfortunately, it was hot and muggy, and every mosquito in North Georgia flew
in for the show. My husband, who drove us up, had to make a run for some Deep
Woods Off. He also came back with several citronella candles which we lit and
placed on tables around the patio. We sprayed ourselves down, Edward
especially, and the show went on.
The customers came and went, but a lot of them sat outside to hear the music.
This was the only show that didn’t have at least one person we knew in
attendance, but it didn’t matter. The audience was attentive and though they
were unfamiliar with his music, they bought CDs, my favorite kind of sale.
Somehow the 3-hour trip home seemed longer than many of the days we’d spent
in the car in June. Perhaps it was because this was truly the final official
show of the tour, we were missing our tour manager and it all felt a bit
anti-climactic without her.
We can say we’ve done it now. We learned a lot in a month, and I can say
with all honesty, we can’t wait to do it again next summer.
first show we booked for the summer and the last played, a little over a week
after we had to let our favorite tour manager go back to her regular life.
Land of a Thousand Hills Coffee Shop in Roswell, GA, is just north of
Atlanta. The building is a re-purposed house on top of a hill, with a large
patio, a vegetable garden and even a screened in gazebo tucked away behind the
building. A winding path leads through a stand of bamboo, shaded by large
trees. It was lovely.
Tyler, an adorable ginger, welcomed us and offered Edward his choice of
playing indoors or outside on the stage. Edward opted for the stage, as it was
visible from the road and he thought passers-by might be encouraged to stop if
they saw someone playing.
Unfortunately, it was hot and muggy, and every mosquito in North Georgia flew
in for the show. My husband, who drove us up, had to make a run for some Deep
Woods Off. He also came back with several citronella candles which we lit and
placed on tables around the patio. We sprayed ourselves down, Edward
especially, and the show went on.
The customers came and went, but a lot of them sat outside to hear the music.
This was the only show that didn’t have at least one person we knew in
attendance, but it didn’t matter. The audience was attentive and though they
were unfamiliar with his music, they bought CDs, my favorite kind of sale.
Somehow the 3-hour trip home seemed longer than many of the days we’d spent
in the car in June. Perhaps it was because this was truly the final official
show of the tour, we were missing our tour manager and it all felt a bit
anti-climactic without her.
We can say we’ve done it now. We learned a lot in a month, and I can say
with all honesty, we can’t wait to do it again next summer.
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