Well, at least the sun’s out. But the roads are worse today than they were yesterday. Not sure what tomorrow will bring, with some snow on the way tonight. This isn’t Iowa, where I lived for five years, where winter was just an inconvenient part of life and folks just dealt with it, and for the most part, dealt with it extremely well. This is middle Tennessee, where TV reporters are actually spending air-time discussing at length the icicles hanging from car fenders. And though we get a taste of this stuff every year about this time, inevitably the jackasses are out there on the frozen highway, doing 75 (before losing control) like it’s middle of May because we got to git to Wal-Mart . . . although the Wal-Mart don’t ever close. Sorry if I seem cranky with this behavior–but we see it every winter, without fail. Because it’s mostly ice this time, there’s only so much the plows can do, so the citizenry must rely on its own sound judgment to minimize accidents and such . . . and that sound judgment seems to always be in inverse proportion to the amount of frozen precipitation present.
The big news is: tonight’s show at Nathan P. Murphy’s in Springfield, MO has been cancelled because of road conditions described above. Look forward to seeing you when it’s a little warmer and drier out.
So, because I’m staying put today, tomorrow will be a long one: a 9-hour drive to Kansas City, followed by 5 performances between 9pm and 3am. At this point, all I can do is laugh . . . and hope for the best, all the way around. All this as part of the 27th Annual Folk Alliance International Conference. On Saturday, Feb.21, I’ll be playing Vangarde Arts in Sioux City, IA, splitting the bill with my dear friend and eastside neighbor Amelia White, who will be accompanied by another neighbor and impeccable musician, Sergio Webb. I’ll have Steph Graham on bass and Jim Viner on drums–should be a great night! And then there’s that absolutely fine Mexican restaurant there for breakfast tacos next morning . . . yum.
Oh yeah: Happy Mardi Gras! Travel safe! Stay warm! See you soon–
Happy Saturday, folks–here’s a recent interview I did with my friends at amplifi.fm; check it out:
David Allen Coe‘s chicken that night was from Popeye’s; being from Louisiana, I felt it my birthright to scarf some of that bird for my own purposes . . .
This coming Friday, 2/13, I’ll be playing what is likely my final show at the original location of The Family Wash here in the 37206. It’s been fantastic having Guinness and shepherd’s pie 3 blocks from my house, but I’m excited for Mr. Rubin and co., and about their new location.
Getting ready for the Folk Alliance conference(see my previous post for more info) in Kansas City–which basically involves psychologically conditioning one’s self for singing without amplification in several different hotel rooms, usually after 2 a.m., for 20 minutes at a time. Fortunately it’s the same hotel where I’ll be sleeping (late). As I have said before: the only thing weirder than the music business is the folk music business. But last time I did it, in Memphis a few years back, I did have a great time. After four days of getting my folk aligned, I’ll be heading up to Sioux City, IA on Feb.21 to play a show at Vangarde Arts with my friend Amelia White–an East Nash invasion, into the hinterlands of the very very Midwest. Let us hope for warmish weather . . .
Hope to see you out there on the road somewheres–and yes, the new release is in the final stages . . .
Hi folks–I’ll be playing several sets during the 27th Annual International Folk Alliance Conference in Kansas City, MO, which begins on Feb.18. These are all “private showcases” in various rooms and suites in the host hotel, the Westin; yes, you must be a conference registrant in order to witness my heart-rending […]
Happy new year! Hope those holidays were good to ya. I got new books, new socks, new gloves and a bottle of Woodford that I’m currently not drinking, but have sampled just to make sure it’s genuine, ha ha. Tasty it is. More about that later, maybe. In the photo at right is what I suppose […]