Kick off The Empty Glass's Week long Halloween Celebration with The Bloodroots Barter!! and Another Roadside Attraction.
Deep in the coal-heart of Kentucky there is a ravine, one among many, and running through it a stream. You can cross by an old wooden bridge, covered and screened. Crossing, you might meet a yellow dog, yellow wiry hair. Her name is Roamona, and she won't bite. If you walk on a bit, there's a cabin. A shack, really. It once belonged to a carpenter, a furniture maker famous in his own way. He was called Sherman, and he's been dead for a long time. In the autumn, you might see a deer-hide tanning on the porch. If it's cold, there will be smoke rising from a small chimney. You'll smell it, too, the smoke. And if you are very lucky, if the stars are lined up just right, you'll hear something. It sounds familiar and haunting, old and new. You'll walk through the door and you'll be among friends.