I am exhausted.

I spent much of the day working with this guy:


And my brain is now full.
For those who weren't tuned in to bluegrass during the '70's, or country music during the '80s and '90s, that's Marty Stuart, the walking music history encyclopedia. And not a bad singer, songwriter, guitar picker or mandolinist, either.
He's released three great albums in six months: Soul's Chapel (a gospel CD, that's winning rave reviews from folks who usually don't listen to the stuff), Badlands (a CD about the trials of the Lakota Sioux. Marty's been adopted by the tribe, quite an amazing feat in itself) and now "Live at the Ryman," a return to his bluegrass roots. He's been playing professionally since he was 12, and there's still a lot more to come. Marty told me to expect 6 more CDs in this current arc, and a few more books of his (wonderful) photographs. That's what's on the books for the near future, not the long term.

All in all, a good day. I'm going to the show tonite, so it'll be a good evening, too.