The process, overall, has drawn out a mite longer than expected. Perhaps there is even a reluctance on all of our parts to see it come to an end. Travel on with us as we visit the craft and homes of our stars. Then, meet us for the crescendo, as we celebrate the end of an era, and an unforgettable artistic adventure.

So what the Hell HAVE we been up to? Collecting 1930s accouterments, auditioning Boa Constrictors, following Wet Plate Collodian Photographer--Scott Anton's ventures, training my horses to do tricks, painting carousel horses and rounding up about 20 or so rousties for an overnight excursion in the middle of nowhere....we just might be building a circus. 

I grew up back in the day when an album was more than just a collection of songs — an album was a concept, a holistic audio-tactile experience. It was something you opened as soon as you got home with it to pull out the little book tucked inside, reading the lyrics and perusing pictures and artwork. Then, as you listened from start to finish over a pair of headphones, you would either close your eyes to shut out the world or keep exploring the insert.