"And she danced alone in her long black dress, skirting the issue, breaking the still air of the room, painfully graceful..."

We were sitting around here in Kent, Ohio, on a Friday night, watching some moustached and working men poke and strike with their smoky pool cues in a deli which was serving the region's best Reuben sandwiches when it occurred to us midstream in the flow of our desultory chatter that we were playing a coupla preview concerts and hadn't bothered to let anybody know.

So much for the Protestant work ethic.

We're still embroiled in the writing and rehearsing of our fourth record. There are at least several dozen new songs hangin' around. We'd like to try out some of these in front of a few friends. Hope to see you...

I'll be waiting by the statue of the angel with the broken wing.

Yours,

Orchard boy

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copyright 2000, Linford Detweiler