My old bandmate Maurice Singfield just posted this clip from a reunion concert of the band we had back in the 70s. We played a lakeside dance hall called the Terrace-Inn every Thursday, Friday and Saturday all summer long (you don't see steady gigs like that anymore). This is a song I wrote about the Terrace and this morning I'm thinking about the cat who produced it, David Baxter who is in hospital and not doing well. Also remembering a couple of other producers, Paul "Eggs" Benedict and Frazier Mohawk (aka Barry Friedman) who have both passed on and, like David, exhibited great patience dealing with this old bluesician who was unproduceable, unmanageable and unpredictable. Blainletter subscribers may have noted there was no October Blainletter - when there's no gigs to promote there's nothing but blather and scuttlebutt. Watch for some changes in my "fan engagement".