2017 - What a Year!

Wow! 2017 will be going in the personal record books around this little workshop. It’s trashed, I’m thrashed, and every tool needs a bit or a blade… but after 13 ½ years of “Official, no safety net, all-in” Birdsong and 20 years since cutting my first body THIS was the year I felt it all really come together. This was the year I pictured in the dream of being a luthier and having a little guitar company. Thank you for being with us, in whatever way, during it.

The last two basses out of the workshop for 2017 leave today – a special order 5-string “Rat Rod” and a rear routed Cbass of striped poplar with spirit motifs in turquoise. These two speak volumes about the wide range of instruments that sang their first in here over the past 12 months – this rack is empty, finishing rack is empty, and my assembly bench looks like an earthquake happened. We ran it hard through every gear and never lifted. Now? Heavy duty sweeping up starting at one corner of the green shop over by the door and working my way to the opposite corner of the assembly shop where the tin of files and flat hammer is. At least I think it's over there somewhere. You know you’ve been busy when you look around, cussing, unable for the life of you to find the screwdriver you use all the time… then you realize you had actually put it back for the first time in months. “Oh yeah. That’s actually where it goes!” 

As usual the tidying up will include some model shift on the menu of what’s available. Nothing really goes “Out of production” because there IS no production, just a bunch of plywood body shape templates and some jigs & parts specs. A BUNCH from 20 years of design & building, some offered now, others I’d like to build; but only so much of a main menu we can serve up and this year has shown me where the song needs a verse or two less and maybe how to work that bridge in where it fits with what’s already there. Think of it as a favorite band changing its setlist. It has to happen for the band to have fun, for new ideas to bloom, and for it all to stay fresh and exciting. Any questions, just call me. 

For those wondering what it was like in here, I stopped in the middle of it this past Wednesday and jotted down exactly what was happening and my thoughts at that time. I think this is the beginning of a book…

By my left on the bench is a freshly made & loaded control plate to wire for the 5 string I’m looking for the pickup for. That’s going out Friday if it works; I didn’t buy the pickup. I have most of a woodcraft package from scraps to sign, wax and bag to ship with a bass tomorrow that is getting its fret ends dressed before it goes in the case but not before the last little box I just sanded gets finished. I’ll do that and get my hands all oily at once with the rosewood truss rod cover and rear control cover plate I just drilled & countersunk that need sanding – so that’s next as soon the #10 glue I rubbed into the grain on the undersides by the screw holes cures up and I carve the truss rod cover like an arrowhead.

So while that’s happening I’ll go crush a little turquoise into powder for a last minute inlay touch up so I can put that bass back together right after I sand this stuff but before I oil anything. On the way into the woodshop I’ll tape the ship labels on the two boxes for the two basses ready to go this afternoon and on the way back in I’ll bring another case. After all this I’ll rough out some nut blanks for the two hopefully leaving Friday that I’m in deep with today, working towards stringing them and doing initial setups and neck adjustment. But first the pickups will get fit into the routs. They’re both P-style pickups and that’s why they made it right here right now at the same time. I’ll mark the edges, dremel the corners, dress and drill them in, wire them both all the way… after I pack the two going out this afternoon. OK- so it’s carve, tape, turquoise, fill, drip glue, sand plates,  sign & wax woodcraft, oil that stack of pieces, de-oil my hands, reassemble the Cbass, pre-wire the 5, fit pickups in both then wire, then pack today’s two - then cut nuts for everything left. Got that? Good. Since we’re stopped let’s check if H85 confirmed address, balance payment for two others hit, that delivery exception got taken care of, answer this inquiry, grab the spec change from this starred email and write it on that order sheet, pop another vitamin C and this? I just wrote this week’s update! OK, back at it. Where’s my list and my red sharpie?

That, my friends, was the closing week of 2017. The lists were unbelievable all year but it built to this and it built me as its vehicle as it did. The years made my hands to fit these tools and my eyes, with a little help at this point, to see the half millimeters and how every motion fits the task and feeds the progress and really it’s been one long motion these 20 years, one conversation with the wood and the vibrations, one long piece of improvisation on a theme growing deeper and more kinetically instinctual and connected as we dance. I am the man who works with the wood I was sent in search of decades ago. I was told I'd find him. That's what 2017 was.  But in life even a well honed player running the game of his life is still only a quarterback of a team though. There’d be no game and no glory without the helping hands who managed to stay on this ride until we got here. We’re just a small guitar company but remember – we started with nothing almost 14 years ago; a dream, a futon, a month’s worth of bill money and some borrowed tools; and this is our lives right here. For a long time it was all we had and 2017 was a banner year in so many ways. So let me have my Superbowlean moment – for my wife and co-founder Jamie, for those whose hands touched the wood or the parts or the paperwork in 2017, and for those who lost their heart or minds or just ran out of time as they helped it happen between what was then and what is now. Thank you all for all you gave.  

As we prepare to leave behind whatever we can carve off of whatever burdens us, entering this new year aimed and centered a little better than the last year’s model of ourselves, which is what new beginnings are for, on behalf of everyone in our circle to all who we were honored to serve in some way this year through the wood & the wire, or even here with the words, Happy New Year! May your life be full of music and blessings and may you live it with the strength of springtime whatever your season. 

See you in 2018. I can’t wait.

Listening to: Lots of live Dead, lots of jazz, the space heater’s whisper and the sounds of tools of creation coming together. 
 

Holiday Thoughts...

Ah, December - you show up so quickly.

December is when fall comes to this part of Texas, and the oaks sprinkled among the many junipers (we call them "Cedars"), for a short time, change color. Here's a little guy over by the woodshop I kind of watch over. It can be in the 70s or in the 30s; every day is different. Today was short sleeves and it looks like it's going to be a bit more brisk over the weekend. But no complaints for sure - a shout out to Greg, a client up in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories in Canada. He's about 20 below zero right now! This little oak and I, we'll take this thank you.

December is when I make the master list – pages and pages of, by specific instrument, every step between where they sit at the moment in the process and them leaving nestled snugly in their cases on their way home. Any instrument I think will leave here in 2017 made it on. This list usually happens at the beginning of December because I like to be done for the year about… well, a few days ago! This year we’re going straight through. Some nights you drive it into the dawn. So the big list was made last week and one by one they’re flying the nest. More an exchange than gifts, but the intangible that comes with these tools and their potential for service and inspiration, the love and respect and wishes of wellness for my clients and their circles – and you and yours too – I hope that comes across and through somehow and the highest in me offers it to the highest in you. Especially if you’re the one whose hands will make them sing now that they’re brought to life.

Late December also brings reminders of the single greatest card I ever received. It was a Christmas card from my father, a drawing of a man in a Santa Claus suit around the corner from a door leading to a decorated tree and a party. He’s standing in the hallway opening his suit, obviously uncomfortably hot in it. Underneath it was written:
   Chet’s nuts roasting in an open foyer. 

Having a Christmas tree is one of those things I haven’t done in my adult life – as a kid I saw the biggest and brightest and I think we even did a real one a few times. But, like visiting other countries, watching movies and TV so I know just who in the hell everybody’s talking about (man – those Titanic years were the worst) and having a rack of ties, putting up a tree is something this unusual life hasn’t worked in to its ways. And I’m fine with all of that but do aim to fix that first one eventually. I hear Sicily is beautiful and I'd love to see Paracho, Mexico.

So I’m out with the chainsaw cutting up a tree taken out by one of the more Jurassic delivery drivers bringing stuff for a project at the homestead, and I come to the top of a branch and suddenly realize there it is - my Christmas tree. It might have been the light; I don’t know. I offered a few words as I freed it from its tragic event, carried it over and propped it up right by the workshop door. You might wonder if I’m going to do anything with it – I would say I’ve already done quite a bit. With one touch, in one moment, it changed from drag brush to a standing symbol of reverence and hope. The morning sun coming over the trees shines right on it; it needs no further adornment from me! For a time, however damaged, it will stand as a tree of its own. It will not last, none do. But it will have its moment to shine.  

As you gather this weekend with family & friends, on a day that means so much to so many, each of whom may be fighting battles you know nothing about, be gentle. As you look upon the feast be reverent. There will probably be an empty chair there wasn’t last year or maybe one side of the table has a little more elbow room… be grateful for the time that was had and the good things that were shared with them. Love and be loved – it does not require that you understand or be understood. We are richer through each other, even those of us who do better at a distance. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays or just a great day of gratitude to all of you on behalf of all of us. 

Listening to: Live Eddie Money shows from 77-80, because Jimmy Lyon is one of my absolute favorite guitar players. Check out “Call on me.” Also listening to the entire 5CD set of the Grateful Dead movie soundtrack. Just prime stuff played at their peak with lots of jamming… and Aomoxoa. About to dig out Sinatra and Dean Martin and Louie Prima because it’s Christmas and you can take the Italian off the east coast but you’ll never get the east coast out of the Italian. Salud! Mangia, mangia.
 

The Follow Through

FOLLOW THROUGH
Phrasal verb of follow
1. (In golf, baseball, and other sports) continue one's movement after the ball has been struck or thrown.

Still in, still getting after it. Usually by now we’re sweeping up for the year and beginning a break, but being in the home stretch of our best year ever we’re sending a clear message of gratitude and devotion to you, our clients, and the universe by working clear through ‘til 2018. The ball in Times Square won’t be the only one dropping a couple of weeks from now, but what a glorious year this has been. “It’s a good kind of tired!” Start with doing what we love for a living, year 13, and then add the coolest projects for the coolest people imaginable. Then ramp it up a few notches. I have spent most of the past year having a very tenuous thread to what day it is and none to the hour at all. As the nutty professor here, there have been those years where it has been more one or the other (nutty or professor) and this year has definitely leaned waaaay over onto the blissfully manic super driven all-in artist craftsman side of things. Unsustainable, but good God so much fun. And at 48 and counting, one does understand the concept of the follow through on the swing.

Things lined up, we aimed for the lights, and it happened. So I’m sure as hell not going to walk it in now. At 12:01 AM January 1st I will slide in, taking home plate like it means something. And both you and I will know without a doubt that every possible piece of every build that could happen and fly the nest in 2017 doth hath happenedeth, and hath flown into the handeths of thee and thyne.  

I had an epiphany this week in an aisle of the local Ace Hardware. I couldn’t find a single pack of plain old 60 watt bulbs in that entire expanse of bulbous lumenary accoutrema. Not ONE, Jack! I gave myself two trips up & down the aisle before I just walked away shaking my head. I had everything else I was there for and I had things to do. I’m sure part of it’s me but part of it’s just too many options, most of which I have no interest in whatsoever. So while I didn’t outburst in the aisle, at least internally I’m at the “Baaaugh, I just want some damn plain lightbulbs!” stage. I knew I’d get here eventually, but I’m happily not to the point where the whole town is piling up behind me in the express lane and I’m going “Mmmm, here’s threeeee cents, I know I have another penny in here soooomewhere…” That’s not a point, it’s a precipice. That’s where a lot of stuff comes into play. Left adrift in the dust by my own generation’s technology, it’ll be a quick slip from “Hanh, what’s alla that racket you got goin’ on that radio…” to loudly complaining to the lady at the Welcome To Florida highway center about the amount of water in the toilets because one testicle “…hangs inda the woateh…” No no no - I’m not ready yet. I’ll hold that off and keep ‘em cinched up and to the wall as long as I can.

To that goal we’ll be cruising in the middle lane next year and not foot to the floor, head on swivel in the hammer lane. But thank you all so much – it has been a dream year after 20 of designing, refining, and finagling what to build where and how exactly and with whom. It all added up in 2017 and when that happens you feel it, you feel it in the machine, you feel it on the field, you just feel it. This moment is what you add up to – bring your “A game” and get after it. The zone has found you and you’re ready to dance. Then? Well, you dance like hell! I’m no racecar driver, I’m no ball player, and I dance like a medical emergency. But we did build the heck out of some basses this year! Here’s one – leaving for the west coast. Every one is special, every one gets the same love. I'm talking clients AND basses. But to have the opportunity to craft something like this, that’s just a blessing from the universe. A challenge for sure, but a blessing. 

Thank you all so much, and if you’re waiting for an end of the year Birdie from me, there are eight of them in assembly I’m working towards shipping as they’re done. I'll be putting pics on the builds page over the weekend, and I’ll be contacting you to make sure you’ll be around and work delivery around your Holiday schedule.

Have a great weekend!

Your favorite little woodgnome,

Listening to: Jazz. Lots of jazz, especially Frank Morgan Mood Indigo.
 

Of Wood & Wire #1

This is the first of a series I’ll be sprinkling in with the Friday news page blogs in the coming year. 

An instrument to the player is one form, in moments separate features or details. To the builder, that instrument is lists of completed tasks, layers of specific materials, many decisions and – for a brief moment – one form. Whether in a huge factory or alone in a rural workshop, those who have tasted sawdust and hammered frets see instruments differently than those who pull it out of the case to play it and work their craft on that end… just as they, participating in music’s creation, will forever hear it differently than the casual listener. Let’s peel back the layers of wood and wire and see what we find…

Since the Muse awakened my ears and put a guitar in my hands at twelve, the path of music has rivered me through many chapters. Every step of the way I have been gifted by circumstance the opportunity to play some amazing instruments full of color and potential and, yes, some kind of soul. I don’t think their consciousness is the same as mine but I also don’t convince myself I can explain – or explain away – that which I cannot see or make logical sense of. I’ve felt things in my hands and was there for what happened; this is all I know. Many instruments have crossed my benches and stages and music rooms where the line between tool and talisman was blurred; live and breathe it with every waking hour for almost 40 years and they will be speaking to you too. Some of them stayed in my life for a time, or maybe I in theirs… that line has blurred as well. 

This is my bass. There are many like it, but this one is mine. We will become part of each other. We will…

This is a 2017 Birdsong Especial Supremo bass guitar, 4 string, of cypress, maple and rosewood. Over the years while working on yours I’ve built a few for me but it’s very hard to tickle yourself. It is 31” scale, bolt-on, oil finish like most Birdsong basses. The Especial is an off-menu model worked up a few years back for Marciano of the band Los Enanitos Verdes, basically a combination of the pickup and all-wood trimout of the Fusion model with the body shape of the Cortobass. This one starts there and has a hand carved scroll for the upper horn, and a “German carve” edge; purely cosmetic touches but a lot of fun to do and contours & shapes my eyes like to look at. The high edge of our scroll that arches over into the rounded portion I call the “Marvin” after the headgear of, well, you can guess. But there are workday lists that have said things like “Esp#5, shape Marvin and carve heel.”   

Cypress is a soft wood but it’s the wood that represents new life from old after the flood of 2015 tore down the Blanco river and through our town of Wimberley, Texas. Among other tragic losses were so many of the incredible, ancient cypresses that had lined the river for hundreds of years. This bass has a body from one of those trees. Having picked a specific long slab out of a drying stack, stored it at the workshop and marked the best areas for offering to clients, I then put aside some for me; imperfect pieces to be worked into a whole that could transcend and heal how they got here. I can’t fix anything; I can’t change much. All I can do is take one broken piece and help it to sing.

Rosewood is some of my favorite wood on the planet, and it’s very unfortunate that it has not been sustainably harvested by those who use 90% of it and is now restricted by CITES regulations. As enacted, the well meaning 2017 measure is a C.F. of the overly broad enforced by the under qualified, so many small builders and suppliers opt to not even attempt shipping it internationally and others are phasing it out of their instruments entirely. I’ll build with it for sale in the States as long as I can get it. I love it for fingerboards and trim pieces, and this bass has got it all over it.    

Brass. I love brass. Especially with some age on it, that slightly tarnished patina. In the 1970s, brass became a thing in the electric guitar and bass world, and it was considered high-end to have brass nuts, bridges, knobs, and cover plates on everything. Combined with that era’s natural wood aesthetics, that combination is what grabbed me visually as what a good looking instrument looked like. B.C. Rich, O’Hagan, Alembic, SD Curlee; I have awed at them in magazines as a kid and sampled the goods as a player. SD Curlee especially, having resurrected that brand in 2011. This bass has a specially ordered unplated brass bridge from Hipshot and every screw on the instrument is pure NOS 1970s brass from the SD Curlee stash. NOS stands for “New Old Stock”, original old parts that were never used. In the automotive world it means that too, as well as Nitrous Oxide, a gas force fed into some engines during racing to temporarily skyrocket the power output, sometimes permanently grenading them in the process.

The rest of the hardware is gold, only because I can’t find those specific parts in unplated brass. And I’m not big on brass nuts, though in the past I’ve been accused during reprimand of having some. “You have some brass balls on you, young man,” they’d say. But all I have is one box of old SD Curlee nuts, that’s all. I swear. They’re not brass, they just have a limit on how much breaking they’ll endure. I get through airport screening just fine. But imagine that scenario if I DID have brass ones!

The build itself took on a two-tone theme, where it’s basically two colors. The blonde of the cypress body and maple neck, and the brown of the rosewood. There are black pickups and chrome on almost every bass you’ll see, so much that the eye doesn’t even notice them as a feature – it’s just part of what a bass looks like so hey, look over there at that top wood or those inlays. Sometimes, like when playing and leaving space deliberately as a part of your phrasing while you speak with the notes, building and deliberately leaving something out is another way of painting with space, where one layer is not what you do but what you don’t do. Enhancement by omission. The art in simplification, or the other way around. Other than the strings, frets, and the white dots on the side of the fretboard, everything on this build is either shades of gold or brown. If you’re past all the carving and still looking, going “Why does it look so different?” – look for what’s missing. No plastic. No chrome. No color. No black pickups or knobs.

Lastly in our look at this bass, the story of the neck. It’s a neck that just wasn’t doing its thing to sellable standards back about ten years ago, so it was put aside as a “Test neck.” During one-off builds or prototyping, for reference or measurement, or for quickie photographs of concepts, out it came and on it went for a moment. In 2014 I built myself a Fusion and dressed this neck up with a headstock veneer, glued and reclamped the visible join, burned in the logo and on it went. It was this neck’s turn to sing. It’s a great neck, just flawed. When I decided to sell that bass it was swapped for a neck we would sell & guarantee. So it spent 2016 as a marked “Test neck” again until I put it on this one. Under the inked “DEF (neck sep)” I penciled in “Good ‘nuff for me.” And it is. My bass is a sweet playing, beautiful woody sounding piece of magic in the hands, full of meaning, telling its stories with every note. Not perfect by any means but doing its best to transcend that in its service. I don’t think I’ll be selling this one anytime soon. 

And that’s what’s in there, the stories within the layers of wood and wire.

Go pick up a special instrument and help it sing…


Listening to: Mississippi Fred McDowell
 

Adopt a 'Dog...

Nobody tells you on the way in about the magic. They look at numbers and you and tell you all about the challenges and what you need for tools and how many of this will pay for how many of those. Put the “in” numbers in this column, the “out” numbers in that column. It’s how something becomes more than a hobby, whatever it is.

But then people happen. And sure they come and go, and some are just nutty... but once things are really rolling for a while and you start noticing the wonderful people – each with a story - that happen to come and go through your lives along WITH the biz plate-spinning and challenges, it’s just amazing. You become a thread in their tapestry, and they yours.

I started a guitar company; I had no idea I would see some of these other people as family. As brothers and sisters however distant. They don’t tell you this on the way in. They don’t tell you how over time you will see these folks’ names in the inbox checking in or hear their voices or, even from a distance, see a post of how they're doing OK and smile because they’ve been parts of the joy in your life for years. Five years. Ten years. Fifteen years… longer than most marriages. Heck, longer than some of theirs! 

Making a living doing what you love is a blessing. It’s not a birthright no matter how all-in one may be. Many try; few make it. There’s a lot of compromise, preparation, right steps, and discipline involved yes – but a tremendous amount of synchronicity and luck as well. To mix metaphors, no matter how well you play the cards it’s still a roll of the dice. When they come up good, it’s partly you and partly luck… and - always - partly others.

Nobody tells you on the way in that, like a family, given the years you will grow together – age together – and ultimately begin to help each other through the final chapters as they come – some expectedly, some suddenly. This year, thankfully, I am able to be involved in helping a few in the Birdsong circle tie up a few later loose ends while they’re still kickin’; it’s an honor, and it’s a hell of a lot more fun than just getting the sad call. 

This is a one-off custom bass, made very early – one of our first 50 – designed for easy handling by a man with severely weakened hands. It has a handle, tapewound strings and super low action – no grip required. I can set it up however you’d like. The bass’ name is Greendog and it has been heavily played for 12 years, which to us means heavily loved. And if I remember correctly its 1-piece poplar body was the first of this shape that then became the original 5-string's body.

One of the Birdsong circle, this extended family, has decided that now is the time to re-home his prized possession. I’m not exaggerating that. This guy’s had it rough. But he’s filled my inbox with smart-ass comments for so many years now frankly I’m hoping for a couple more. And I respect his decision – sometimes even in lives that don’t leave a lot of room for choices, you still have to put your foot down somewhere and say “No – I decide this.” Not everything gets left to fate; I decide. I respect that to my core. 

So we are looking to find a home to adopt this piece of Birdsong history and to get the client some cash to help this chapter be a little more comfortable. All he wants is a good TV with a nice big screen to watch, to keep the computer on, and have a decent boom box to play music. I wish I could give him a time machine and a cleaner bill of health, and a caring circle around him, and hands that work better. But all I can do is send him back my own smart-ass retorts to keep him laughing… and sell his bass.

Please email scott@birdsongguitars.com or call 512-395-5126 (no texts) for more details. Please get in touch - this is time sensitive. The right home is very important – arrangements can be made; I’ll help as I can, especially for another player this bass could help keep playing a while longer or maybe someone young just beginning the journey.

Thanks, have a great weekend, and know we love you.

Listening to: Nothing but dub reggae –  whole albums by The Scientist, Blackheart, Creation Rebel, and various compilations.
 

Surprise!

Well hello there! Instead of a “Black Friday” sale, I thought I’d try this. I’ve been meaning to do it for years – it seems silly not to. I’ve listed 4 basses on Ebay! First time ever - we don't usually have much to sell aside from what's ordered because that keeps us so busy, but we cooked up extra while we were at it, including Shortbasses ("Shortbi?"), the cheapest way to get some of that Birdsong magic in your hands! Here’s your chance to get a DEAL on one with NO WAIT. (Even at the “Buy It Now” price I’m throwing in shipping in the continental US). The link is to one; click "See other items" for the others. Spread the word and get in touch with any questions - 512-395-5126. FUN!
https://www.ebay.com/itm/NEW-Birdsong-Bass-Guitar-PRO-quality-SHORT-scale-HAND-built-in-Texas/282745276773?hash=item41d4ee8965:g:up0AAOSwYVlaFtpR

Whasaaaap?

Boy oh boy the last months of this year came fast! They say time flies when you’re having fun and it certainly did, and we certainly have been!

Mid-year for our anniversary is when new ideas get shown; end of the calendar year and the beginning of another is when we make a bit of room. Very few models ever really go “Out of production” here because there IS no production, past maybe grouping like builds into a little batch, a wee handful. We make every one happen; it’s a workshop. I don’t burn the old templates or anything and every year there are off menu sonic sandwiches that get made to request. “I always wanted a Mesquito…” yes, I can dust off that template and find a chunk of mesquite and put a fretless neck on. Same with just about anything we’ve done unless it was something that became something much better or that drove me absolutely batshit crazy. By that I mean I don’t go off all unhinged, that’s not in me – I just disappear for long stretches into assembly with the peculiar gaze of the internally somnambulant. We try to minimize that as I do, however small, have a ship to captain. 

A main menu is for perpetual favorites, what’s proven to be new favorites, and room for a new idea or two to be slipped in. Others can become custom options, bodies in a “Custom” gallery to base a build around as a special order, or special requests. But there’s only so much room on it and it’s getting a bit unwieldy. This time of year I think of refinements to tighten it up a bit in ways that make sense from this side of the screen. As it is so much fun and inspiring to be doing this, the ideas always overflow the plate of what realistically can be served as offerings. Unless we want to become bigger! Aaaaand... we don’t. Things are great and balanced right where we are – like our basses. Why add size and weight where it is not needed? Let something be as it is when it finds that balance. That’s a key to a good life too, for anyone reading – it does not mean you lack ambition or vision to decide you are at a place you wish to simply maintain and refine. Whatever size it may be, if it serves as needed, there does come a time in a life or a business where you’ve already built it. There’s a balance now in how it works, and there’s a balance in you as you work the parts of it you work – and as you work within its own workings as a balanced system that includes you. Don’t be sold that it’s always grow or die or push push push for bigger bigger bigger. It is in some chapters, but not always.

Usually the workshop shuts down for a bit mid-December, and that’s not happening this year. There might be a short break after the new year blows in (I’ll let you know) but for now it’s on through ‘til the dawn. Life doesn’t owe any of us a garden that blooms – despite any and all of our planting and tending and serving of seed. So when it happens you dig in and get it all over you, and 2017 was just that – we ran it straight through. No August break, no half month coming up. What a blast; what an opportunity to serve music and nature and YOU, all of which are very sacred things to me. Best Birdsong year yet! I’m holding up well, the tools are doing great, and the helping hands still with us have been doing supremely good work, so we’re going to ride 2017 in and get as many basses into their waiting hands as we can… and take 2018 as it comes, probably at a little bit more sane rate.

You won’t see an update blog post here next Friday so I want to wish you and your circle a warm and safe Thanksgiving. Stay tuned, and stay tuned!

Listening to: Kamasi Washington The Epic, Grateful Dead American Beauty, some great Terrence McKenna lectures, and The Dave Brubeck Quartet with The Montreal International Jazz Festival Orchestra New Wine.