Like the fella once said, time flies like an arrow and fruit flies like a banana. It's Labor Day and this is the first I've actually hopped on the ole laptop since I tried to write up a little July recap. Thankful, I suppose, for the phone computer in my pocket that helps me keep my calendar straight, pull up maps as needed, and send messages to friends back home harrassing them about all the fish they aren't catching? Why do I even need a laptop in these last days of 2024 anyway? I can do pretty much everything from my phone. Everything except edit this website that is, and I hardly ever do that. Obviously. I'll ponder that on my drive to West Yellowstone this afternoon.

As for the August recap… some quick highlights were dynamite fishing on the Missouri River (not with actual dynamite, mind you. I'm not a complete and total savage. Not yet anyway.), catching big trout on tiny flies, as well as finally getting the hang of fly fishing on mountain lakes and catching some big trout in the process, too. Some shows were better than others, with my personal favorite being last weekend at the Murray Bar in Livingston, where I was joined onstage by my old bandmate Steffan May. We hadn't played a show together in close to 20 years. Wild. Again, fruit flies like a banana… It was a great night. Local legend Todd Wester sat in for the 2nd set on stand up bass and we tore the place up. Fun to make music with other humans. These solo shows get kinda boring from time to time.

It appears there will be more music made with other humans, too, because word on the street is that Cornbread is coming to Montana. I don't know whether to laugh or cry or both or just soil myself in fear and loathing. I'm not sure Montana is ready. I know I'm not. Nevertheless we persist or whatever. Once more into the fray… 

As for what else September holds, I'm most excited about scooting over to Washington for some shows in the middle of the month. Had a few cancellations, so not as many shows as I'd like, but the silver lining is more time to explore, especially up on that Olympic Peninsula. Pretty stoked about that. Less stoked about the need to buy another non-resident fishing license, but the world is not a perfect place. 

Onwards thru the fog, eh?