Say...why not have a festival at the Laurence Hotel in Luray, Virginia? We could all play and sing while we watch Bobert work and a night we could all go to his place to drink his Iron City (shudder!), eat him outa house and home, and mess up his garden and stuff.

We could call it either "Luraystock" or "Bobert's Stock" (I prefer the latter since that's what we'd use up).

Kinda like Woodstock I, only different.