Where exactly does Where’s Aubrey music come from? Why The Stick of course!
2026 is going to be a music year. And there is work to be done to prepare. Working with Rhine is always a pleasure.
We worked. We had cocktails. We ate food. We moved in. We moved back out. 22 sketches into 12 songs ready to record (once we remember our arrangements).
How cool is this? Across the street in the middle of nowhere (in the main house of the 311 acre farm over there) there’s a new concert series budding. So incredible to have world class musicians perform just up the hill! Don’t tell anyone that we drove over both times since it was 94 degrees outside.
The Riverside Parlor Series is a dream of Barbara and Adam’s involving the beautifully renovated River House. The house has only had four owners since 1790.
We went to both performances, the first flute and piano and the second, two flutes.
The music was excellent.
Friday 8.15: Barbara O’Brien and Rodrigo Ojeda
Your host Adam Foster.
I particularly love the Poulenc. Here is an unretouched rough recording.
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The piano plays the Moonlight Sonata by itself.
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Sunday 8.17: Barbara O’Brien and Julie McGough
Fine Lines was composed by a then 9 year old Natalie Joachim (and honestly you can kind of discern that) who later became a member of Eighth Blackbird
We are looking forward to the next Castleman Concert.
For me, the highlight of year 32 was this cover of ziggy stardust by moosehut.
32 years. Dang. I will admit that oopstock iterations are starting to run together. Sadly, Romey couldn’t come because Leiden was due any second. In fact, two days after I returned from NH, Leiden was born.
My direct puddle hopper was delayed on the tarmac before taking off (for no real reason). But at least the instruments fit. First on, both flights with a few seconds to stow. Arrival time was 2am, but Rhine was ready with Negroni fixings.
Ah yes, and there were the uncharacteristic shorts kindly loaned from Zay. I forgot to pack shorts. Given the temperatures, that was a major mistake.
There were two warholian projects underway this year in parallel…silk screening and screen tests. Very cool. Maybe inspired by the wedding?? Or maybe just a coincidence.
There was also a stump. We disagree with the “kill the fiddler” sentiments for all the reasons. I mean, exactly how long can a little brother aggravate you?
Meanwhile the stage was set and the fascist clock’s batteries were checked.
Music ran from noon to 10pm before shuttling over to the campfire.
Some salsa for you. Abba in shorts!
Eventually it got dark.
Hendrix.
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And then it was the next day. Another day of uncharacteristic shorts.
All hail the inner chijuana…is that how you spell it?
Lazing
And a visit to the pond before an evening of electric fun featuring lots of Floyd.
Allan James and I have played together a few times late night at a soltice party or during jam sessions at the cabin, but we had never performed together until this July 25th. On a steaming hot day, clocking in at 94 degrees in the shade, we played a couple of sets to an appreciative audience in the park at Rose Hill in Berryville.
We had a blast. Here’s how that went.
We played 20 original songs all written and performed by Allan. After just a handful of practice sessions, we were ready…
Lonely Little Bird
Low Down Dirty
The music was just as hot as the evening. You can find many of the songs we performed on Allan’s CDs.
Trombone Shorty puts on a damn good show, packed with energy, dancing and pizzazz.  The Filene Center is a great place to catch his act. But by all means skip the opening acts. (Seriously, Dumpstaphunk was a disorganized mess, and JJ Grey was in need of a trailer park bar. We were looking at each other like “what the fuck.”)
Then this happened and the place magically transformed.
No show this day was complete without a tribute to ozzy.
Opening for Iron and Wine, I’m With Her pretty much outshone the headline act. Such excellent musicianship. In our view, they deserve an entry of their own. So here you go.
Game to Lose
Only Daughter
Wild and Clear and Blue
As per usual, we started the evening with a picnic.
So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show?
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
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Our friend Betty loves loves loves Billy Strings. She has been to a bajillion shows and seems to know all the regulars by name. We went to our first Billy Strings show with her. That was a good call.
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First thing we did was sneak into the Pit by shoulder surfing and looking confident. No problem. We even worked over to the fiddle side. Everyone was nice for the most part.
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We moved out of the pit to our seats after a bunch of songs. We bought merch.
We also had some excellent seats arranged by Scott (thanks Scott).