Nathan Taylor

there once was a man named nate

he was moved by music

so he moved back

and he kept going backwards

until he really heard

peeling away the layers of a stout onion soul

sweet when cooked but strong enough to make you cry

born between a corn stalk and a soybean

a storm blew south so he followed that fiddle to gods country

just a rambling mountain he was

thinkin on an idea of stepping out

an arachaic revival

an unpluggin

and a juggling of original and oldtime goodtime rhyme

just for you and everyone



Doug and I playing some tunes at the Mast General Store in Valle Crucis. Our good friends John Turner and the Linefork Girls dancing it up. ahh yeah- we need to do that again.