The Pour Downs

The Pour Downs

It was a Saturday in Kirkwood, Spring Fling was flinging, Allen was peddling bee paintings. I, Glen shows up to the Spring Fling maze of tents, guitar in hand, looking to play music with Allen in between his bee sales. Allen Found. Allen slangs, I hangs pickn’ and at times, grinn’n. Festival proceeds until, Boom.

Thunder from the sky brings the inevitable shower from above. People so what people do when it rains, run. Glen and Allen continue to play West Forked Gals. The wind and vendors remove the other tents. GKD and AP; Play. We pack up the weather blessed stuff, look at each and say, “Let’s start a band.”

Boom... We part ways.

The next morning it hits me, Glen, The name of our new outfit. I call Allen, it’s 7am, Allen answers with a throat clearing. Before Allen has a chance to speak English I throw, “The Pour Downs” to his ear. Before he finished his utterance of “huh?!”, he understood my tourette. Allen liked the name, The Pour Downs, and so did I.

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