Donkey Oatie

At Shambala Festival this weekend, we were referring to a certain substance as the ‘Joy-Shovel.’

It takes an absurd host of the most delirious wonderful friends to find you the energy to play at 7pm, then 11, then 3am, having arrived the previous night at 1 from ANOTHER festival…

That was a beautiful time. Impossible thanks to all those involved. I feel we all fell off something, but we stand, somehow, a little higher, now.

Here is a recording about Shoes. That’s a vinyl player. And Biff Roxby on cello.

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Good luck, one and all.