I finally received confirmation on the Buster’s show for Saturday, as well as for February.
I saw some miles last weekend. I left Manhattan after the auction, bound for Sharon and my new Wildcat radial tires. I then drove to Sublette, missing my turn in Plains and ending up near Liberal before realizing I was too close to Oklahoma. I took some pictures in Sublette and headed for Lenora, fighting a dirt road detour somewhere around Garden City. It’s crazy how many different types of landscape exist in a state known for its homogeneity.
Jim and I hit the bar a little too hard on Friday night, fun though it was. We ended up in a 2:30am, knock-down, drag-out argument over Apple’s new Linux-based OS X. We could argue the merits of software compatibility and system functionality, but for some reason we couldn’t figure out how to inflate the air mattress for me.
We had a good show on Saturday, and I’m told the recording is a technical success, though I haven’t heard any of it yet. It was fun playing with Johnny one last time. I hope he doesn’t sell his kit. He’s a damn good guy and a damn good drummer.
We’ll bring the new band back to Lenora in a few months. I’m itching to play again, but my calendar hangs over my head like a cloud.
Ho, hum.
Hum drum.
Come to Buster’s.
Yum.
