Inside the Sausage Factory

There is an old adage that proclaims that you should never see how the sausage is made in the factory if you want keep eating sausage. In fact, I know a few vegetarians who started their practice once they left the factory. Some days that could be said about the inner workings of “Folk Alley,” the discussions, the differences of philosophy, the fundraising, the opinions that circulate among the staff makes me doubt at times that I ever want to hear Folk Alley when it’s a finished product. Last night though, I found myself listening at home, hearing music that inspired me to pick up the guitar and try to play along. Jeff St. Clair, one of our “local” hosts, was just perfect. Somedays, it’s tough (as President Bush might say, “It’s hard work.”) but at the end of the day the music is sweet and it’s a perfect way to end the day.

All of this would not happen if were not for a very dedicated staff, despite the fact that some days it feels like the final days of the Beatles, in whatever that movie that was when all they did was sit around and take shots at one another. Poor George, may God rest his soul, how he put up with Paul, I’ll never know. Sometimes we forget that were breaking new ground here at Folk Alley and there are, like any new enterprise, growing pains that come with the task. What really matters in the end is that we provide you with a service that you like so much you keep coming back to it time and time again and one that you tell your friends about.

Last night, it all seemed well worth the squabbles and the growing pains that we go through to make this service happen. Thanks for listening, I think you can agree that we’re a better service than we were at this time last year. And we will continue to improve.

The next Blog will be about Folk Musicians who pack heat, you know who you are, but maybe I’ll wait until all of the holiday cheer has slipped away.