That’s because for most of the last ten years –mostly during this same weekend– I would not be at home.

I would be at the Kerrville Folk Festival.

During most of these years, I would have made that long, relaxing drive to Kerrville yesterday morning, pitched a tent in the early afternoon, and be trading songs with friends by sundown. Often, I’d get to stay for the first ten days….as many folks do. I’ve blogged extensively about this before, and this entry is still one of my most read entries each month.

But, a variety of very real reasons are keeping me away from the festival this year. A lot of them are financial and have to do with the fact that our renters moved out of our house at a very inopportune time. So, we’re a little tight on cash at the moment. Even the enticement of free tickets (thanks for the offer, Walter) wouldn’t really overcome the issue.

This will all pass, of course. The tightness will likely be over by this time next month. But so will the festival. It’s just the way the cookie crumbles some times.

So, for the next ten days, I vow to play my guitar a lot, stay up way too late, and think of that one-of-a-kind place.

And in honor of everyone there now, I’ve changed-out my Myspace songs and put up a song that was partially inspired by Kerrville campfires. Enjoy.

And if any of yall down there have any updates you want posted, I do have a computer, a blog, and a desire to stay connected to what’s happening.

Keep in touch.