“West Virgina, Mountain Mama, country rooooaaaaads,
take me hoooooommmme!”
On my tour to the midwest I got to play this super cool venue called The Purple Fiddle, nestled in the mountains of West Virginia.
Here I am with owner John Bright:
Me and John outside the venue.
(I know! Such a flattering photo of us both!)
The area around there is gorgeous, by the by. Windy roads, forested hills… it’s an Americana postcard.
I headed to Kentucky next, and get this: despite driving the length of the state, I *utterly* failed to purchase bourbon. Tragic!
But thanks to my gracious hostess, I had a drop or three in my breakfast coffee:
Cappuccino with extra love
AND I got to tour a folk art museum, where I encountered this gentleman:
Folk art junk dude
So it was a cool trip. Thumbs up, southern states!
Mighty glad to be making your acquaintances.