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Riverside Parlor Concert: August 9, 2026

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Romey and I remain delighted to have a world-class concert series booting up across the road. (In fact, we’re so pleased that we’re happy to help support the series.) Read more about the first concerts here.

This iteration featured classical guitar and flute.

Here are some recordings from the concert itself. I wish I had recorded more of the Piazollo.


Piazollo Tango IV. Today
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Traditional Irish South Wind
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Black Orpheus
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Desafinado
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Look at all the Lonely People
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Spooky
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Slihouette (solo guitar)
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Oopstock 33

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33 years in a row? The felst, aka Oopstock, aka, Rhinefest is almost past the age of possibly being the messiah. Seems unlikely, but representation these days is very surprising. It was a great iteration…though short for us.

Rhine and April had just returned from their stint in South America and out West (skipping the Stick!) one week ahead of the big party. They are crazy.

Of note. Puppets. And crazy neighbor charisma and talent.

Nick would not like this aspect of puppetry.

Puppets even play the bass.

Rhine and April were in rare form (along with “Other Gary”…I being the nice one these days. We do need some spares in case of emergency though.). It’s like they practiced or something.

I didn’t record the new ones…boo. But Romey already knew all the words.

We were in and out with Spool again using Boston as a base of operations. Raffles for the win this year…a far sight better than the pool full of kids.

Romey made us thrift. LOL. This is her ancient friend of Yore Otto. Otto of course did remember Romey. Because everyone does.

We did jazz at the Mad Monk Fish as has become the tradition.

Summer Solstice 2026: A Musical Treat

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2026 presented us with a particularly fun iteration. The weather was balmy with only one slight rain delay. There was lots of music. The porch fest rocked on until 3:30am. Just really fun.

As we get older, the winter solstice has generally overtake the summer solstice in terms of audience participation. This summer was a welcome exception to the trend. I guess people were chomping at the bit since we skipped a year due to a death in the family in 2025. Thanks for joining us!

We’ve moved the party nexus close to the house, and it makes things swankier with Kitselman’s excellent patio in full swing.

Food is under Josie’s oak.

The garden is just ramping into production.

And off we go! The Charlottesville/NY contingent arrived early to get the party started. Early music!

And Leiden was the featured guest! Gonna keep him up…all night long!

Bubble?

John and Betty came as the ghost of wedding past.

Baby on the porch! Who knew that the dog gate doubled as a baby gate too?!

More early music on the patio.

It rained for a few minutes and we all temporarily raided the kitchen… but soon we were back outside where we belong.

At dusk, we lit the fire to turn the sun.

Woo hoo!!

This is my favorite picture of the party. Romey cooks a marshmellow.

Sure is a nice ritual.

Iulie obliterates a marshmellow.

Tunes around the fire followed. And after that, back to the porch for even more music into the wee hours. Special thanks to Gina, Allan James, the two Mikes, Emory, Chip, Linus, and all of the other musicians for a hella time.

Using a hay bale to block the heat…now that’s how to do it.

More fire pictures (thanks Dan).

Thanks to all who came.

St Vincent at Wolftrap

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After a picnic dinner of delicious sushi on the patio (how civilized can you get?), we headed in for an opening act so memorable that we have no idea who it was.

St. Vincent, on the other hand, was excellent. Always trying to push the tempo regardless of the national symphony conductor.

We had a posse.


digital wellness


new york (fragment 1)


new york (fragment 2)

An excellent wolf trap iteration.

27 Guitars and One Fiddle

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An ideal room for some practice. Metal fiddle!


Crazy Train


Don’t Stop Believing


Nothing Else Matters

Robyn Hitchcock Gets Small

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All of these people are getting smaller. Remember how small David Byrne was? Well Robyn is getting just as small.

Actually it looks like Robyn is lots bigger than David.

I guess our thesis is just wrong.  Right?

Emma opened.

Then came Robyn.


Madonna of the Wasps


So You Think You’re in Love


Oceanside

The band was tight. Those Nashville people. They just don’t loosen up.


Almost Loose But Not Quite

Lewis and I got loose with the help of some very bad Rye. Why don’t these music venues sell booze that is good? Seriously. We’re 60 now and we will pay.

When we get loose we dance and sing. About which, if you don’t like our singing then come shoot your own dang videos!


I Want to Destroy You

For some reason, this made us utter, “Life is Life,” which in turn caused Lewis to think of this. We have no idea what you will think about that. We pause now for a slight Laibach break.

And we’re back with more Robyn content.

Oh no wait…this just in. This is actually Pink Floyd content. I love this song and all ancient Floyd of Yore.


See Emilly Play

Turns out Robyn can play anyone’s song!


Dear Prucence

We had a great time even if we did not get to have a 9:30 cupcake or sit in the bad view stool seats.

All 4 1 and 1 4 all.

Finally, a word from our sponsor.

RHINE turns 60

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We have sent an emissary beyond the event horizon. What is over there? Can light escape? Can you bring your own booze?

More importantly in this particular instance, what do you bring to a surprise party with a critical mass of Claggetts?

Why a big box of bad behavior of course! That did make things really fun lickety-split like. The Liberal was the most requested beverage of the night…until we ran out of bourbon.

Romey surprised the bartender with a kilt made by an Italian designer. She is a McGraw.

So much love.

We even corrupted the young people with first martini’s. Careful AJ, it is a slippery slope to 60!

And yes there was both music.

And philosophy of mind late into the wee hours. We’re pretty sure we chose to do that. But maybe not.

It is nice to be an honorary Claggett, even if it takes a little bar tending and a big box of bad behavior.

Billy Strings in Pittsburgh

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We had a great time the first time we went to a Billy Strings show, but we had an even more fun time when we went again. Our fearless leader was Betty. She knows not only the Billy Strings touring family, but also the ropes and the behind the scenes lore. We have learned by now that if you are going to go to Billy Strings, go with Betty.

We drove up Friday just in the nick of time to get stuck in rainy day Pittsburgh rush hour traffic on our way to the Monaco. Betty encouraged us to get to the show when the gates opened so we could get a good spot in the pit (which of course required having pit tickets), so we had a quick bite at the hotel and walked over to the show.

    Friday show

We’ll kick things off with pictures and videos of the Friday show (which later you can compare with the Saturday show posted below).

We were close enough to the stage to have a fantastic view of the band.

The crowd was enthusiastic and lots of fun. We only had minor issues with a gaggle of drunk hippie chicks who invaded our space. By and large the crowd controls itself really well and people have a great time together. (This is especially true of the special area at the very front of the pit where Billy stations himself.)

Billy is the best flat picker on the planet.


Lots of jam
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Did we mention the jam?
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Stratosphere Blues
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Seney Stretch
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Just before halftime we went for some tequila and changed locations.

Soundboard


Richard Petty
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The Billy community gathered for a post-concert photo (this apparently happens after every show). Betty is in here somewhere.

    Saturday show

Saturday morning, our intrepid leader got up early to secure super double plus good bands for us to get into the show with the first 100 people. Our place in the pit was even more incredible as a result. We are so grateful to just ride along. What a treat.

In the mid-afternoon after some art, we returned to the Monaco at a perfect time. We spotted Billy and his dog Bear in the lobby and went over to pat the dog. As we rode the elevetor together, Romey talked about Maybelline while loving on Bear. It was a sweet moment.

We had a really fun time being 95 and 96 and goofing around with the others. This all meant we were on the floor just after 6 securing our location and meeting our neighbors. Betty knows everybody.

Razzle dazzle is required in this section of the pit. Caturday? (Or “pigturday” if you are wearing a Pink Floyd concert tee from the Animals tour.)

There was no goofing off.

This fella has been to 333 Billy shows.

Ring bling.

This was the view. Dang.


Love Like Me
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There was some jam
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We were in charge of tequila procurement. That’s something we are mighty good at.


Bass solo
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Psycho (Jack Kittel)
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One of my favorite pictures from the show.

Billy deep in the moment.

Billy played some excellent old timey bluegrass.


Wait a Minute (Seldom Scene)
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Outstanding in all respects. We had even more fun Saturday than the other two shows we’ve attended. Betty must be on to something.

YES at the Warner Theater in 2025

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Yes they were phenomenal. Yes their songs are interesting. Yes they have a very high cheese factor. Yes we still love them.

Yes, Steve Howe is 78 years old. And he’s starting to slow down.

Here’s what I said to Gina about the whole thing:
Amazing and awful. The younguns in the rhythm section (Billy Sherwood and Jay Schellen) are astounding (and Jon Davison too). But Steve Howe and Geoff Downes have lost the edge and can’t find the groove. So it was both magical to see the songs we love actually performed, and also frustrating to feel the train car push and pull of a busted machine.

Lots of love on the stage though. And you have to be forgiving of a 78 year old stunt guitarist.

FWIW, the audience was definitely in worse shape than the band. A bunch of creaking hippies and OG dungeonmasters. But it was Yes, and that was a thing. The Warner Theater is almost a good place to see a show (VIP treatment is still not very V).

Regardless of all that. These songs stand the test of time. Wow.


Wondrous Stories


Roundabout


We Have Heaven


South Side of the Sky

And holy shit this bass.


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Heart of the Sunrise

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A Beatles Cover? LOL


Starship Trooper

Who is this guy? The Church of David Byrne

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It was Boston. It was Wang. It was not Wang Chung.

Little David.

Big David.

Playing in a Church.

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OK. OK. It wasn’t a church and it didn’t burn down. But boy was there dancing. Our whole balcony bounced…especially during the Talking Heads covers.

Maybe it was a church.

With naked people.

And very small performers way down there.

Floating up above the suburbs.

Running

Into the 1970s Rock and Roll gestalt

Anyway, hallelujah

The visuals were astounding. And the hits were hits. This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)

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Things were white

And way down there

Little ants

Singing songs about Slippery People.

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No wait, it’s New York. And we’re all in David’s apartment. I wish we were invited in.

Life During Wartime involves some kind of ice skating simulation

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This is the sort of thing you only experience Once in a Lifetime.

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Wait. Once in a Lifetime twice? What’s going on here.

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I guess we were invited after all. Everybody’s Coming to My House he said.

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And then it all came to a flaming end Burning Down the House.

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Goodbye band.

Goodbye very small David.

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