Last week, the K Records sleepover at an organic farm in Washington State.

First we stopped by Olympia Washington, where people seem to be doing these amazing things designing and sewing clothes, and making music, records, and coffee, and sandwiches. I had to restrain myself at the used clothing store. I had already bought too much at the thrift store in Portland.

Then to the sleepover, which besides being a sleepover, was also music festival. There were blackberries everywhere. We slept underneath a tree that a blackberry vine grew up and the blackberries hung over us like stars, and it was very cold out for August.

That night I played in Karl Blau’s horn section. I felt very at home with a trombone to my right. It was fun, very fun. The next day we watched them roast a pig in a pit. It was pretty amazing. Then I heard Cajun accordion and followed the sound to the back of the house where Jared, who lives there, was playing with a mandolin player. Of course Jared and I knew a bunch of people in common. We played together til it was time to drive back to Portland…