Last Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest after the slow burning nitro insanity of the Music Fog Marathon. After a sumptuous brunch at La Reyna on South 1st Street, whereupon the Foggers all indulged in Mexican bounty, we then parted, all scattering to the winds and the four corners of the earth. My brother Mitch and I intended to go to San Antonio for the day. BTW that is ‘SA’ for the uninitiated in the initials we assign to Texas locales; There is also ‘NB,’ ‘SM’ and ‘ATX.’ But I digress. Mitch wanted to do some shopping, so we hit the outdoor market for some tasty tie dyed items on South Congress Avenue, where food carts also reign supreme, though we weren’t even hungry for a cupcake, let along the other offerings. And because there were still plenty of things going on in the music department, we crafted a plan, and wound up seeing Jon Dee Graham, Dustin Welch, and Susan Cowsill at Olivia. That led to the G&S Lounge for Mitch Jacobs, Freddie Steady Krc, and who should waft over our way but Tom Mason.

Where there’s Tom, sometimes there is Phil Lee. He emerged from his vehicle resplendent in black from head to toe, announcing that his clothing had been created by Leprechauns. He was as effervescent as ever; a total character, funny, irreverent…aw, you know Phil. So today, we bring you the Mighty King of Love, along with master accompanist Tom Mason, taped a year ago at Folk Alliance in Memphis. “Let Your Mind Roll On” is the song Phil claims he wrote in the hotel elevator on the way to the Music Fog bus.

-Jessie Scott