My dear gracious show-goer,

Your presence at Tuesday night’s event was a pure act of generosity.  To veer out from the Family Wash stage at countless friends and fans who braving the elements, came in selfless support of my work, was a true delight.  As I am completely guided from within, I can never know tangibly if a single personage will find even a kernel of recognition in anything that I have to express.  It is only at times like this that I am sure that I have not labored in vain.  Although I do strive to be self-reliant, I do not make music for my-self.  It is for the collective self – my soul’s counterpoint in another.  Your attendance and receptivity to my art is an acknowledgement that I have, metaphorically speaking, struck a chord.  By this phenomenon I am most humbled and grateful.

There was an enchanted quintessence about the room that night, exuding no-doubt from the positive and enthusiastic multitude.  I took the stage with an orchestra of uniquely-talented instrumentalists who had never once shared the stage before.  Yet, we had not gotten far into the first selection before I realized that there was something very special about this assemblage of creative minds.  The juxtaposition of the solid basis of drums and upright bass with the free-flowing ambience of lap-steel, harmonica, and organ made for a music that was simultaneously organic and surreal.  It was as the songs had an earthly body and an astral body.  Ergo, I found myself perfectly suspended between these two realms and was able to deliver my own performance in a manner transcending all others.  Just upon our quitting, Cole Slivka, the host of the night remarked “I felt like I was transported to another world for thirty minutes”.  Producer extraordinaire Joe McMahan articulated the sound as “John Fahey meets Time Out of Mind”.  I myself could not have been happier with the renderings.  I am inexpressibly appreciative to my band-mates and the entire Family Wash family.  It was an epic event.

Much obliged,
Mister H.