Pull up a chair and tighten down your tinfoil hat, because the porch is twisted again.

Naturally, we kick things off with our favorite recurring segment: Where’s Brother Mitch?” At this point, we ain’t entirely convinced there’s an illness. Could be sick, could be filming weekend at Bernie's, could be charging overnight in a broom closet somewhere in Washington. Until somebody pokes him with a stick and gets a response, the investigation continues.

Then we head back home to Eastern Kentucky, where the rain just won’t give us a break. The recent flooding has absolutely hammered our area, with Fleming-Neon nearly destroyed again. But around this porch, you know we can’t just blame Mother Nature and move along. Storm after storm, flood after flood… meanwhile there’s talk of development and giant AI data centers. Coincidence? Maybe. But Professor, fetch the thumbtacks and red string—we got us a map to make.

Finally, we bring her back around to music, talking about the chaos of playing multiple gigs in one day, hauling enough equipment around to stock a Guitar Center, and remembering the fast-food joints and forgotten grub from days gone by.

We got Mitch on life support, Neon underwater, AI in the holler, dog crap, guitars, banjos, and discontinued fast food.

In other words… just another day on the BackPorch.