David Roe & The Royal Rounders: Tall Tales

Thomas Wolfe was wrong. You CAN go home again. It won't be the same, and neither will you, but, when you've travelled the world over and no matter how cool or green or friendly the towns, countries, villages and cities you stay at, you find that none of them are home. They don't smell right. They lack humidity. They lack character and characters. They lack color; the color of the sky at dusk, the houses that would be forced to repaint beige anywhere else, the colors of the people in line at the store, they just aren't right. The lilt of voices passing by, the blue flashing lights passing by, the hip hop blasting through the trunks passing by just aren't right anywhere but home.
The Royal Rounders are back where they belong, on Royal Street. I have played in bars and festivals all over the world, but I never feel quite as comfortable on stage as I do somewhere on the pedestrian promenade that is Royal Street. Being back with Thomas Nuendel on Violin and finally getting Craig Merlin Broers [...]