Last fall I bought Stonger Than Dirt at a Sunday waltz at The Crystal (Spanish) Ballroom at G E Park because it had It’s Never Too Late on it.(At the break I told you how much I had enjoyed it – you had played it – even though I hadn’t caught all the words. And I’d played the album a couple of times since, but really hadn’t listened closely – or read the liner notes. I was at the waltz two weeks ago when you and maybe the whole band played, but I didn’t notice the name of the band at the entry table ($) and didn’t connect your voice until you played It’s Never Too Late! Today I was at home in the rain (I’m a landscape gardener) and put the cd on as background to do some paper work. Within the first two measures, I started to dance and then got all choked up by the beauty of the sound. I never sat down to my desk but after a couple of more songs picked up the case and found the “liner” notes. By then it was on Caitlin’s Room and was tearing up again – even before reading anything. Then I read the poem about Rock and Rollin’ and really fell apart. Of course there’s much more going on in my/world situation that was part of this somehow, but so what! So then I read the rest of the liner notes and discovered you guys wrote all these songs – and God they’re even greater knowing that. So I’m sorry I didn’t say hello last Sunday (that was you wasn’t it?). Please let me know when you’re coming back. I’ll even go to the contra dance.
Your newest fan, Paul Crumrine