JAROSO is the last village in south central colorado on the new mexico border dirt roads, early september before snows and nearing summers' last long exhale i knew of mark dudrow's adobe church - mark (a cellist, potter, friend) had invited me to stop in for years and finally, we did, with an idea: to gather a small crowd by word of mouth up from taos and santa fe for a NO PA show to make a live recording  erick jaskoviak (my road and studio engineer and cooker upper of interesting audio escapades) and i came up this idea while staying at a chautauqua cabin in boulder one night with porch libations only a week before the visit to jaroso - we figured (with a simple 4track recorder that we recorded our live shows w each night) (one mic on instrument, one on voice and a stereo pair for the audience/room sound) that a free flowing, simple, pure, old-style recording would come out of it - it did - this is it with a sense of thoreau's  s i m p l i f y i chose songs that wanted to be there...old, new, borrowed, blue and instruments that arrived from mark's house or his friends' who showed up with a banjo a nylon string guitar a 12 string along with my stephen sobell guitar i had some sonic variety so, off we went with a couple dozen folks singing along erick at side/back "stage" with headphones my son, gabe, taking photos and crickets listening and singing just outside the adobe walls as the high desert sun set - the experiment captured  we spent the next 3 days stewing in the waters of ojo caliente feeling satisfied mission accomplished...i remember eating watermelon whole in the tub and wearing the hollowed rinds like helmets (i have pictures) this is a fly on the wall recording a cricket in the field a gathering inside a former spanish speaking catholic church where the cross no longer stands yet, magic still happens inside come on in grab a chair wherever you may  

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