The time for everything.

Is now. Now is the time for everything. The loose ends of music work braid up and join up and spread themselves in thick heavy blankets across these springsummer months, May, June, July. Festivals, travel, shows, here, there, this, that. Paris last month with WFTB and Pollyanna was wine-full and I did an entire 45 minute set's banter en français and got to play with my favourite other-people-to-play-with maybe ever, almost, and see this clown store and wonder: irony, Paris?

And dark and damp but so friendly venues in Cambridge and London contrasted with the bright yellow light of the Dartmouth music festival, with hiking and swimming in the English Coast Cold between gigs:

And a backroom-bar tomorrow and a bookshop on the sea Thursday and a festival with wigwams on Friday and so on and so on. Springsummer: the musician's harvest.