Trying to get back into a decent mindset to pick up where I left off with the Old West shifter story, I thought some music might help. Took me all of a nanosecond to figure out which song would work.
I had the very great privilege to see Frank Fairfield play at The End of the Road Festival a few years ago, and he’s utterly mesmerizing. Just him and his instruments were more captivating that many performers I’ve seen with all their bells and whistles. The highlight for me was during one of his fiddle pieces, his playing was so frenetic, the bow literally shredded; long hairs flying around him while he kept sawing away like a man possessed. It was magical.
Anyway, there’s an interesting article here, and this little glimpse into his devotion to authentic folk music here if you’re interested.
