On Saturday, November 27, 2010 our dear friend and band mate Paul "Uncle Flatty" Robertson passed from this world into the next. As band mates and friends, we offer our condolences and empathy to Paul's family, friends, and fans. Paul was so many things to so many people. To us, he was a partner in musical exploration, a writer, a singer, a bass player, a harmonica master, a tinkerer, a confidant, a cautious skeptic and a carefree optimist, a firemaker and a fireman, a genuine friend that could be counted on - truly counted on - to do whatever, whenever, no questions asked. There is and will forever be an empty space in the Manshed where Paul offered his insights into verses and bass lines, sang back up vocals like the fate of mankind depended on his sincerity, and preached forth his own brand of hellfire and brimstone Connecticut style neo-revivalism. The realization that he will no longer occupy that corner quickly leads us to admit and recognize that band rehearsal is but one of many spaces that will no longer contain his spirit as it was physically manifested in this world. Yet knowing Paul as we did, and still do, we are quite sure that the last thing he wants us to do is dwell too long in sadness on his passing when we encounter the spaces he leaves behind. Recently he had to run off from a gig to deliver a eulogy for a longtime friend and as we offered our condolences on his way out the door, he shrugged and advised, "Hey, it happens. We just gotta' do right by him. We show up, we remember the good times, and we throw him one hell of a party." As was so often the case, when things got confusing and answers seemed hard to find, Paul could boil it down to the true, simple and right in just a few phrases. We plan to follow his advice and hope you will honor his memory by doing the same.