Just up the hill, in the suburban wilderness North of the Nation's Capital, Gallows Road plays a mix of driving bluegrass, mournful Americana, and old-time fiddle tunes. The band's breakneck mountain rhythms and strong tenor-ish lead, with the occasional high lonesome harmony, will get your boots stomping and make you homesick for that little cabin in the hills.
It sounds like we're closer to a band. Big John brings his guitar and vocal chops to join the boys. We're playing with a couple other folk and lookin' to see what comes of it.
So, stay tuned. we're looking at a couple of venues, workin' out a set list, found a new cache of corn liquor and Montgomery county is just full of pretensiously named beer, though that excise tax is making me rethink my position on beer. In any case, we'll have some new stuff up on this here interweb site thingie just as soon as I can figure out how to keep the corn liquor off of the keyboard.
As always, I'll keep you posted and, from all of us, thank you for your patronage.