Iris

I am so happy that we were home for the irises this year. This one smells incredible – like muscadine grapes. But now, it's time for some adventures! MerleFest first and then over the sea we go. Our tour in Britain starts May 13th in Filey!

Merlefest 2016

In 2003, I went to Merlefest with my Dad and heard a single song, The Bottomland, written by Cindy Castevens and performed by Polecat Creek, which showed me how I could bring all of my loves together – writing, singing, playing instruments, performing, storytelling, and art-making. Six years ago, we played MerleFest for the first time. This coming weekend, we play there again! Come hear stories, harmonies, strings, and songs, and dream with us. It's going to be a big time!

If you'd like to hear the song that showed me the way forward, here you go: https://soundcloud.com/laurelyndossett/the-bottomland-by-cindy

Painting in the car

I discovered I can work on my watercolors in the car! Some very special Jeni & Billy merch on the way. So thrilled! 

New season on the road

Report from I-40, heading east: A very rare early morning for Jeni & Billy. I always say that a 4 am wake up time should be reserved strictly for international travel and emergencies. We sent off the master and the artwork for our new record at 1:37 am this morning (fireworks, shooting stars, ancestors waving from photographs), had a quick catnap, and here we are at the front of 600 miles that will take us to Richmond, Virginia, for a concert tonight. 

We don't always cut things this close, since that helps us avoid those 4 am alarms, but we used all of the available time to make our new song document just like contestants on cupcake wars or jeopardy. Now we wait.

But no, quick, here we go to Richmond. And by a strange and comical turn of events, we'll drive right back to Nashville, tomorrow. Then we'll head to Merlefest on Wednesday! 

Last night, while we were waiting for our massive album file to whir and click itself into being, we played our songs without the record light on for the first time in months. We laughed, tried some of the new songs, and scowled at tuning pegs. Singing together again. The best thing. And suddenly, in the space of our two hour catnap, our studio season has ended and our touring season has begun. 

Library Concert, Chesterfield, VA, on Thursday

Hey! Guess what? We are playing a concert at the Chesterfield County Public Library, just west of Richmond on Thursday night at 7pm. Free concert sponsored by the friends of the library. Main branch. Part of their acoustic music series! We love playing at this library and we get to do that every other year or so. How about coming along and helping us kick off our seven month tour of the USA, Canada (Ontario, really), and Britain!

The Ants, a poem

The Ants

The ants have chosen our fingernail brush,

the wooden handle shading the worn

bristles – a dandelion leaf cooling blades

of grass.

I wish they hadn’t chosen us.

First, I tried running vaseline

along the crevice between the

wall and the window facing.

The ants were confused, but

undeterred. They spent days

finding the weakness in my

petroleum wall.

Then I took to smooshing them

into the bowl of the sink, which

made my stomach turn.

Mary Beth, our neighbor, says she read

that ants are thirsty this time of year.

Crushing them into the porcelain,

whooshing them down

the drain, made me feel a potentate.

The old ceramic sink, my fiefdom.

So, I stopped,

curious to see what would happen,

how many of them would come.

Would we be overrun?

Once a few scouts determined

I had retreated, they scurried

into the crevice to alert their

compatriots. And in an orderly line

the

ants

made

their

way

along

the

wall

down the cool backsplash

to their home under the fingernail

brush, which, I admit, was mainly

ceremonial before the ants arrived.

Now, I take care when I wash my hands

not to splash too much water. I feel sorry

when they about face and start climbing

back to the crevice, nervous at my shadow.

After all, I have room for the ants, and the

fingernail brush looks suddenly useful

with these settlers raising committees

among the bristles.

– Jeni Hankins, April 18, 2016

Written while waiting for a checkup at the doctor’s office.

The ants were out to lunch when I got home, so I couldn’t take their photo.

The Roses of California

Fridays in the Studio – a new series of videos leading up to the release of our new record – “The Roses of California.” Back in the 1950’s, one of my Aunts went out to California with a fella who thought she looked like a movie star. And she did. And she was glad to escape being a miner’s wife. But, eventually, she ended up peeling potatoes in Idaho. Much of this song is true. I like what Billy’s Dad, Bill Jr, had to say about it: “These things happen.” And they do.

Thanks very much to Peter Knipe, our great friend and chief archivist in Britain, for capturing our process as we recorded songs for our upcoming CD, “Heart of the Mountain.” Here we are last July in All Saints Church, Barwick-in-Elmet, West Yorkshire, England, by invitation of Si McGrath of the fabulous band King Courgette.