Carpetbag Brigade

It’s not exactly a “dance barn” – no animals were ever kept up in the rehearsal space, there aren’t any bales of hay – but when I tried to think of a name for this place, that’s what first came to mind.  We are in the Mendocino back-country, full of nervous ganja farmers, far enough outside Willits that no one hears us but the bullfrogs and the crickets.  This place is off the grid.  We all sleep on futons on