Shows have been really well attended lately. Something’s in the water besides just light sweet crude. Thanks for coming to gigs. I will keep trying to make them worth your while. If you had told me back in the Spring how busy Summer would be, I might have told you to dream on. But since April, I have been running around like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off. A good thing, to be sure. Especially these days, and I am thankful to the promoters and booking agents and managers who keep the treadmill turning.
And of course my family for letting me run around and do all this stuff. It helps pay the rent, anyway.
I’ve been all over Europe and a good chunk of the United States, zigzagging from Tennessee to Wales to Houston to Cleveland to Gulf Shores to Kentucky to Baton Rouge to Cincinnati. East Germany to Brussels to a stage on the beach in front of 35,000 alongside Jimmy Buffett, Allen Toussaint, Jesse Winchester and the Coral Reefers! And there’s more. Leaves me a little dizzy but real hopeful and invigorated just the same.
Oil well’s been corked for now. Troops in Afghanistan. Iraq, too.
The kids are alright in strange times. Tell me this: when have times not been a little strange? The Little Ice Age? The Middle Ages? Tudor England? The Civil War? World Wars One and Two? The Great Depression? Wallace and Nixon? W? Bill Clinton’s nocturnal prowlings? President Obama stressing out w/ a Marlboro Light in the Oval Office?
Gigs in Memphis and Houston were fabulous. I am headed for a homecoming of sorts in Baton Rouge. It’s been years since I have played there under my own name. It was one of the first towns that embraced what I was doing, way back in the Ground Zero days. I was still in my teens.
OK, folks, I’m headed for Coonass country with high hopes and a bellyful of coffee.