It's just us three and Cassi O' P, who's looking down unflinchingly. We've got everything we need - a fire, a harvest moon, and a six string. Matt's playing this song, more soulfully. Another troubadour's tall tale. Not the story of Pancho Villa, he insists - just a song that came to Townes Van Zandt out of some similar midnight blue. From anyone else this might spoil the surprise - but there's comfort to be found in his reprise. Matt's managed to keep himself and others out of every true tall tale that by his driving hands and ceaseless feet has been told. A reality so real it can't be sold. What's left when you take the Self from off the stockist's shelf? Life, the universe, and everything else. We're all just visitors here. Witnesses to the driving wheels that turn our world round and round - to which we can only add sound. I can only hope to add mine so melodiously.