Letters

February 26, 2006

OVER THE RHINE
P.O. Box 12078
Cincinnati, OH 45212

February 26, 2006

Hello from Nowhere,

It’s a beautiful winter morning in Southern Ohio, bright, crisp and cold. Elroy and I walked on the paths, and he’s had his breakfast. We saw no rabbits. Karin is about to put the coffee on. The house is waking up slowly.

The winter Olympics hockey final is LIVE on TV. Finland vs Sweden – all Scandinavia glued to their televisions for the gold medal game, with powerhouses Russia, USA and Canada eliminated. Karin and I have had the winter games on in the background for the last few weeks. Bobsledding, ski jumping and aerials, ice dancing, figure skating, curling, speed skating… We of course enjoy providing our own commentary.

Ice dancing: For this next combination, turn if you will to page 42 of the Kama Sutra.

Luge: Man, it’s just your ass and a coupla blades.

Speed skating: This is the Mennonite girl from Canada. She’s won 5 medals. My sister Grace told me about her…

I went to high school in Canada. The Canadians taught me to skate on those beautifully lit hockey rinks out on the after dark prairies. (I took the occasional slap shot to the knee.) They taught me to ski in Banff. In Phys Ed, we walked down town, picked up those odd brooms and learned all about curling. I can appreciate the winter Olympics.

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We’re packing our bags today and leaving for New Zealand in the morning. We’re terribly excited about this trip. I haven’t been outside of the country since my trip to visit Jack and Hazel and Finlay in Scotland during Christmas of 2003.

New Zealand is a special place for me, not only because it’s truly one of the most beautiful places on earth, but because it was there that I decided to start a band. Friends of ours, Sandie and Owen, were playing a festival outside of Wellington and somehow invited me along to play bass. Standing in those mountains in front of 400 kids in the rain who refused to leave reminded me that music was home for me. I wanted to write some songs and see if people would ever care enough about them to stand in the rain and listen. A few months later, back in Ohio, Over the Rhine began recording a handful of first demos. Now, finally, this music is going to take us back to Wellington to the New Zealand International Arts Festival for five performances. We’re playing a festival in Keri Keri, and stopping in Auckland for various appearances. Sometimes you just have to raise a glass on a Sunday Morning and celebrate the small victories.

I think we’re going to make Mimosas.

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Uh oh, I hear Karin whooping it up in the living room. Sweden must have scored.

Well, just the news and then I need to go open the suitcase and start filling it with summer clothing. (Yes!)

The Limited Edition LIVE CD’s didn’t make it to the farm in time for us to sign them, so that will all have to happen when we return from New Zealand. Sorry for the delay. They will all be shipped out at the end of March.

If you’d still like to order a copy of “Live From Nowhere, Volume One” go to Overtherhine.com. You can see the track listing, the artwork and also check out a few MP-3’s for a little striptease. We think you’re going to like this special collection that reminds us of a wonderful year on the road with a great band and crew and the world’s best music fans to boot.

In May we’ll be touring the West Coast and parts of the Midwest. A band called HEM is planning on joining us. Stay tuned at overtherhine.com for more info on that. The working title for the tour is “Gorgeously Stoned On You” but whether or not that sticks is anyone’s guess.

I think I heard my first Kildeer last night, so Spring can’t be too far away. That means we’ll be seeing you soon.

You are missed,

Linford Detweiler

P.S. Karin Bergquist says: A cup of coffee in the morning and the Swedish Hockey Team, not bad. That little thing about winning the gold medal doesn’t hurt either.