This is where we played last Sunday: the farm. Folks were plotting the field with little blue plastic surveyor flags that flickered in the sunlight when the wind blew through them. It looked like a stadium of flashing cameras, and there we were on the edge of the field under two ancient pecan trees playing to nature (and nature's folk). This was a good time, and it made it to the (online version of) the local newspaper. That still counts, right? And if our drummer's wife happens to be a photographer for the Austin American Statesman?
Check it out: http://galleries.statesman.com/gallery/johnsons-backyard-garden-potluck/ , and click here to see more about the local organic farm that hosted it all: http://www.jbgorganic.com/ . I learned that over half of the drummer/photo couple's diet is grown right here. Order you up some grub today!
