That cat looks the same as he did 40 bloody years ago except one never knew what he looked like under the beard, hair and shades.

Wonderful! Happy musicians are fine folk.

Tuesday evening after flying home from the east coast, I shared a shuttle from the airport with a charming sweet older man (well, older than me and that's getting up there) on his way to the convention from Austin, TX. We talked music, how we both dislike "genre labeling" and his passion for the chromatic harmonica. He was looking forward to jamming in the halls and the workshops as he has been to quite a few of these shebangs and admitted that 400 some harmonica players can produce a bit of cacophony. We agreed that the auditory chaos would be vastly more tolerable than 400 some banjo pickers or (shudder) a bagpipe convention.