On a hot day at the Kerrville Folk Festival, the Dang Yankee goes for a swim.
The Dang Yankee and his wife are back from eighteen days at the Kerrville Folk Festival. The marriage survived, but we did need to go through some counseling to make it through. Find out why in this latest article for The Jambalaya News.
As you leave the Quiet Valley Ranch, home of the Kerrville Folk Festival, there’s a sign that reads, “It Can Be This Way Always.” If it means corn dogs on Friday, I’m all for it.
Last night was Goddess Night here at the Kerrville Folk Festival. My wife was among these dazzling ladies. I guess that makes me kind of a a god-in-law.
Pictured here is Violet with her mother. Violet is six weeks old. It is safe to say that this is her first Kerrville Folk Festival experience, what we here call a “Kerr-virgin”.
Many of us are here at the Kerrville Folk Fesival on a fine thread, or in my case, threads.
I work an important beat here at the Kerrville Folk Festival. It’s one that never arises in conversation here on the ranch, but it’s essential nonetheless.
There are only a few things that have the potency to kill a song circle here at the Kerrville Folk Festival. A guitar in the hands of some drunk can […]
I’ve been here at the Kerrville Folk Festival for two days and I just now realize that my guitar hasn’t left its case. If I were anywhere else, people would […]
The Dank Yankee is home at last, but where is home? For me, it’s camping on the ranch at the Kerrville Folk Festival in the Texas Hill Country. This is the first of a series of posts I’ll be making from the festival.