March 19th, 2006
As if it wasn’t crazy enough to record a whole album in four days (see below), we set out right afterwards for the Purim Tour. Really just two shows, one in Nashville and one in San Francisco. Ah Purim….a good excuse to play a show in fleur-de-lis fishnets, hot pants, tank top, and a lavender wig. And the skull headband from our tour to L.A. last fall. Pictures forthcoming, if I get brave enough to post them.
Nashville was pretty great, actually. It’s hard to believe it was my first time there, ever. I got to go to the Country Music Hall of Fame and see Mother Maybelle’s guitar, Bill Monroe’s mandolin, and lots of famous fiddles. Enough of them had mother-of-pearl inlays up the neck or fretboard with their owners name on them to inspire me to do the same. One of these days…just gotta find someone who can do it beautiful and cheap.
My roommate Corrie flew down and met us at the gig, which was a treat. We headed to the Station Inn after our show for the bluegrass jam. To my surprise, it was a whole lot quieter than the bluegrass jam up here at the Baggot Inn! Everyone was really friendly & so Taylor and I jumped right in and played the last few songs (thank you, Michael Daves, for teaching me some real bluegrass tunes as opposed to all that old-time I usually play).
For the last waltz, someone requested Ashokan Farewell, Jay Ungar’s gorgeous tune. This is one of the first tunes I learned, on that boat in the middle of the Caribbean - Justin and I used to play it in the evening and everyone would come up and listen. And then a few years later I ended up in a band with Jay’s daughter Ruthy, and sometimes we would play that waltz onstage with Jay & Molly. I haven’t played it in a few years so it brought back lots of memories, from the boat docking at Key West to dancing to that tune at the last night of Ashokan Fiddle & Dance Camp.
After informing me that I had sung in my sleep not one but three times that night, Corrie headed back to Brooklyn, while I flew with Golem to San Francisco, but with a two hour layover in Salt Lake City, where my dear friends Paul & Mary happen to live! They picked me up in the airport and we squished into their pickup truck and drove into town, past the gold spires of the Mormon Temple. This happened to be Purim evening so we had some Utah beer while I told them the story of Queen Esther and the evil Haman. Then back to the airport and we flew to San Francisco!
The SF show was amazing. The audience in SF is above and beyond…once again they did a hora which almost brought tears to my eyes. The lovely and talented Jewlia Eisenberg arrived dressed as a Golem, which should have won the costume contest. We got to ride around the city in Josh’s ark, I mean van, and I ate a delicious ice cream clown (remember? a bowl of ice cream with a cone for a hat, whipped cream for hair, a cherry for a nose…) before heading to Jewlia & AnMarie’s for dinner and drinks and sleep. And then back to NYC the next day. And here we are. Still finishing up the CD, getting ready for Oaxaca, and now looking for a luthier who will inlay “Alicia Jo” in cursive up the neck of my fiddle. Know anybody good?

