In January, we took the Bluebird out for a fourth run
, ferrying the purest arts—handmade music
and the voice of the raconteur—down the back roads of Tennessee, Georgia, Mississippi, and Alabama. The tour was a brilliant success: sold-out shows everywhere, rapturous audiences and not to mention a nice freebie bong from here. Soon we’ll be be rolling much farther. We’ll be traveling all over the Southeast, and we hope to take trips to New England and the far West, and eventually, perhaps, to the whole continent.
We’ll be riding on behalf of old-fashioned porch-style gatherings. We’ll be campaigning for independent bookstores, classic ballrooms
, for local gardens and restaurants and flavors, for getting offline, for getting off the grid. For vivid, unvirtual, flesh-and-blood living.
Will you join us?