Before Teddy played here at the cabin the first time, I was nervous. Here’s a slick streetwise east coast urbanite with attitude entertaining a roomful of midwesterners in the conservative heartland. I didn’t know what to expect. It turns out that my fears were misplaced, because Teddy just killed us all with his wry humor and sly delivery. As I’ve often said to people, “here’s this guy from “The City” singing a song that coming from anyone else you’d think were so sappy that they’d make you ill, but he delivers them with such sarcasm that you can’t help but laugh when you see yourself in those lyrics.” Everybody’s face literally ached at the end of the night–from smiling too hard. I should also note that Teddy’s an excellent guitarist and he’s an awesome mouth harp player as well. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone do both so well, at the same time.