I got home about 1am today and just woke up. I miss our Brigadoon already, but here are a scattering of the wonderful memories I've tucked away: those all-night sessions in Peace that are my most vital Getaway experience (sorry I didn't have as much to contribute this year, homies, but life is kinda taking some strange twists right now and I hope to be back in form next year); the unutterable strangeness of watching a trio composed of Genie Singer, Joe Offer and my sister singing "Die Lorelie" at the Sunday concert; Amos' mastery of words, music and style; the unique and somehow perfect combination of David's dynamic harping and Lucy's singular voice; singing along on Mick's choruses, which I could do all night (come to think of it I just did, three nights running); the unexpected joy of hearing a song I've written sung onstage by someone else; watching the sun rise over Chesapeake Bay.