Alaska's fiddling poet!

And now for something completely different. Ken Waldman, "Alaskas' Fiddling Poet", dropped by our house last night and performed for a small group of friends. As the Jefferson Airplane used to sing, he's "doing things that haven't got a name yet", combining traditional Amercian fiddle styles with his own poetry and sense of humor about himself, his art, and the entire trandition of American stringband music. He's got a couple CDs out, and a couple books of poetry, but it all seems best in person. Doria and I both have terrible colds, so we just propped ourselves in our chairs with a beer and enjoyed the evening. "Burned Down House" has got to be my favorite.