I just got back from Andover. My top speed from Wichita to Salina was 45mph. It was unequivocally the worst driving conditions I’ve ever encountered. It’s 11:24pm and we’re still setting up for our sporting goods auction tomorrow. It’ll all be a bad memory as I’m driving to Boland’s show in Hays tomorrow. It’ll be good to be back to the music after a week from hell.
I’ve heard some rumors that Pearl Grey may have a guitarist joining the ranks. I’ll keep you posted best I can.
Quote for the day: “Now I’m dry heaving so I can puke anywhere!” –Lucas Thornton, ill Purple Wave employee, the day before the Raytheon Aircraft auction.
I had a fantastic weekend. Friday night it was off to Pete‘s show in Hays at the Brass Rail. He had a very good show. Thanks to him for letting me open and thanks to his friends for insisting that I drink so much. Or maybe not.
I decided that his awesome guitar sound comes not from his guitar, but from his sound board. I plugged my Martin in to his board and it was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard in my life. He had some different speakers on Friday so it was pretty obvious that the sound is in his board. I’ve got to get me one of those.
After the show, I decided I needed to up my cheeseburger consumption total for the day from 5 to 7. I pull in to Burger King at 2:30am because they were the only place open on my route back to Victoria. As soon as I pull into the chute to where I can’t turn out or back up without hitting a curb or the car behind me, the place is swarmed by 4 police cruisers. They cuffed, questioned, and searched the car directly behind the drive through window. I waited in line for 45 minutes to get 2 cheeseburgers and a water. It was probably not the best time for me to wait in line around Hays’s finest.
Saturday it was westbound 70.
The Colby show was great. I hadn’t played with a band in a long time and certainly not with red dirt country music. I was amazed at how good we sounded, especially considering that we had never practiced it together before. We sounded so much better than anything I could have possibly imagined going into the show. I guess that’s what you get when you put together top-of-the-line musicians. It’ll be interesting to see what we can do once we have time for a few practices.
The crowd was pretty damn good. We had a lot of dancers. It’s not something to which you become accustomed with one man, one guitar. We took a 3 minute break after our first set which we ended with the auctioneer song and this lady came up to talk to me. She said, “Could you write down the name of the song and artist for that one song…um…” I decided to help her out. “Leroy Van Dyke’s ‘The Auctioneer?’ “No,” she said, “the combine song.” She couldn’t believe that I actually wrote that song and she seemed very upset when I told her that I had only a sample available for download. Oh well. There were two groups of people who knew and requested stuff from TGD. That was cool. I wish we had known more than the two or three that we played. We had a lot of dancers. That’s not something to which you become accustomed with one man, one guitar. Sure, you get a few couples dancing here and there, maybe some really drunk people towards the end, but we had a lot of dancers. The place was full all night, but after the show the owner said it was kind of lackluster, probably due, he guessed, to the football game that everyone came out early to see. Apparently the owner had several requests to have us back. We booked a Friday and Saturday in February. Check the calendar for information.
Upon returning to Hays by 4:30am I decided we had made such good time that I should not stop. I guessed that I had had enough caffeine, both black and white, to make the rest of the drive to Manhattan town. This was a decision I came to regret about the time I got to Salina. Thanks goes to the nice lady working at Salina’s Petro:2 which seems now days to be my favorite port out in the storm. I guess I looked so terrible amongst all the republicans that just woke up in their damn neon orange hunting hats that she gave me my coffee for free. That made me feel good enough that I didn’t start to nod off again for at least another ¼ mile until I got to the on-ramp back to my king-sized, four-lane, asphalt mattress. I got back to my house at 7:00am. Enough about my stupidity. I’ll probably be out of the loop for the better part of next week because we’re selling a division of Raytheon Aircraft in Andover, KS, on Thursday.
Go see Pete tonight at Rusty’s in the ‘ville. Should be a great party.
Thanks to all our friends, new and old, who came to see us on Saturday at Buster’s. Crowd was rather thin at first, but come 9:30 the fun begun.
It seems as if I’m going to have to miss band practice on Friday night…for a show. For those of you who got the email, this Friday will not include Jimmy Billinger at the [Brass] Rail. He’s going to be getting together with [Johnny “]Papa[” Lapka] to get ready for the show in Colby on Saturday. I’m very excited for Friday, though. I haven’t opened a show in a while. Pete always puts on a good one. I just hope I can survive and make the Saturday show.
I was coming back from home on Sunday and got some trucker buddies at the QT. They were a different brand than I usually got. They were big and yellow. I thought, “These must be chewables.” I chewed one. I then tasted it. It wasn’t a chewable. It ferociously entered my blood stream and remained there, talking, laughing, dancing, and otherwise socializing with the caffeine from the coffee in which I’d been drowning, until 4:00am this morning when it left my system and released me from it’s fiery grip. Why am I typing this and not going to sleep?
I just got back from the Hays area. We got some recording done. Should be a new EP coming out soon. We’ll use it as-is for now. When we start pushing it at our band shows we’ll have full instrumentation and harmonies. Look for it soon.
Headed to the Hays area tonight. We plan on doing some serious demo recording tomorrow. I bought a new pickup tonight that should hopefully get better gas milage. I figure that I can put a quart of oil in every 400 miles or I can put a quart of power steering fluid or hydraulic oil or engine oil or transmission fluid every four blocks in my car’s belt-driven oil spreader that used to help me steer.
Damnit. I had this eloquent log post all ready to go, became distracted and closed my browser. Frustrating.
Anyway, what it said was how I spent the day in Hutchinson, KS, at the strawboard manufacturing plant. It talked about how we’re selling it this Tuesday and how mad I was at having to be down there and not here being productive. It led to the fact that I was productive, talking about the new song that I wrote and about how I’ve had the verse melody and the first line or two done for over a year but that I just now finished it, never knowing how the rest of the song was going to turn out or how this was going to be my longest run-on sentence since March.
Anyway, I like my new song. It’s a departure from my recent songwriting record, but I believe it’s solid, at least as far as the melody and concept. I’ll give it the morning-after test tomorrow and get back with you.
I just got off the phone with Susan Marchman…that’s right…ever heard of Houston Marchman? She called to tell me my CD order didn’t go through. Seemed pretty damn cool…it was nice to say I had heard in Kansas that Houston’s show last night went very well…kind of impressed her. They’re going to send the CDs before they even get my check. Nice people.
So the show at Route 40 in Victoria got cancelled. Jim talked to Rick, the owner, and he forgot all about it. He booked a band from Kingman, who I can only assume are “Possum [sic] Hunter”. Looks like we’re not going back there. It’s too bad…we had decided to play the show for free so we wouldn’t have to charge a cover, so we’re not out any financially. It sucks because that’s Jim’s and Johnny’s home town bar. That’s ok. We’ll play the Library or some place in Hays. We’re not giving up on western Kansas just yet…at least not until we find out how well [Jason] Boland does on the 13th.
This will give us a chance to start practicing with Johnny.
It’s official. The band has started. With the addition of long time friend and player Johnny “Papa” Lapka, we can now call ourselves a band. Good or bad, it will be fun. We’re all rather excited about it. Check out the new Band Members section for pictures. We should have more content (and an name for the band) uploaded soon. Also, there will be a new website launching for Kansas music sometime next week. The site will be www.countrykansas.com and will be powered by Chivalrous Productions. It should benefit everyone with any kind of country music involvement in KS. More later.