The tent is all set up, backed up against the corn crib, and various 'Catters of variuous traditions are in there reviving whatever needs reviving, with heavenly help OF COURSE. The laptop in the living room has the printer humming, running off song requests from the DT, while chordmasters work up arrangements to feed to the copier.

The kittens have worked out a yowling good harmony, singing JESUS IS MY AEROPLANE...

"So I'll just dance the shores of Jordan till the angels carry me...."

But it ain't Sunday yet so don't ya be thinkin' we gotta stick to hymns. Oh yeah. Blues, wild folk, whatever. We don't mind. Those of you who have gotten to know us wouldn't be surprised at wehat we play but the rest of you.... well try it, and see! Prolly we already know it!

~S~