I seem to have fallen into a bottle of whiskey. I’ve been on this Stoney LaRue kick. I’ve learned “Crystal Eyes”, “Finelines”, “Train to Sanity”, and “Texas Moon”. Do you ever just cry because what you’re hearing is so good?
So I’ve done something wrong within the last two months. I don’t know what it was, but it’s bugging the hell out of me, not to mention causing problems.
I sent Jim a list of new songs for the Ellis County shows. I haven’t heard back. No news is bad news.
I have a lead on a drummer named Tyler. I met him at a party the other day but was feeling to sick to talk to him at length. I think by the way he was talking that he’s pretty good. I’m in one of those phases where I want to get a band rolling. I’m sure it will pass.
I feel so bad right now…for Stoney…why the hell don’t more people know about this guy?
I’m looking forward to the Route 40 show. Money’s on like a neckbone…or not. You know last time I kind of cared how our show went. This time it’s all cover. I hate playing for cover because I find it hard to care about the show. Oh well. Here we come.
More and more opportunities present themselves. It’s becoming a nuisance. I keep having to turn down changes that I find I want. I wish I could quit my job.
“I can’t blame my thoughts ’cause I just think ’em / I can’t blame the beers ’cause I just drink ’em” –Stoney “you’re awesome” Larue
Sorry about the gap. I’ve been focusing exclusively on the Purple Wave and I’ve been really sick. I finally sold for a while yesterday at our big clock auction and I’d sell one lot, cough a few times, and sell another. I normally wouldn’t have been up at all but Aaron was in the same fix. He sold until he couldn’t talk anymore and then threw me up for an hour or two. The auction was quite a success, though. Ok, enough about that.
The good thing about having three auctions last week is that this week will essentially be a week off of auctions. I’ll have time to get well, learn new songs, and do some writing, hopefully.
I went to the McClure show Thursday and he was pretty sick. It sounded like a Willie Nelson show. Mike couldn’t hold a note to save his ass. I didn’t mind at all, being sick myself. We’ve all played shows where we weren’t 100%. Trevor and I decided that we were the only two in the crowd that could tell. It’s too bad, too, because I don’t know if they’re coming back. I hope they do; good times.
Well, I’m going to watch the new Star Trek that aired last week and then it’s a dive into my MP3 collection. I’m almost finished tweaking it, then I can put it away and not think about it. It’ll be nice buying music and not going through the headaches of renaming thousands of files a year.
Oh…and another thing: an Al Franken show is not a place to take a Republican on a quasi-date.
“Let’s ditch these plains and head for the south and sunny / You hold the whiskey, I’ll hold the money.” –Linville
I got really sick after the football game on Saturday. I went to bed rather early and was lying down this morning with my Sunday religious experience when I realized something. I jokingly refer to politics as my religion, but I think that the Bush administration actually believes that the American people should be its followers in a religious sense. For example, after the most recent attack on US forces, Bush does nothing but say, and I’m paraphrasing, that the American people must have faith that our resolve will not falter, blah, blah, blah, and that we will be victorious. Based on what? Come on, GW, throw us a bone. While we didn’t exactly vote you in office, you could at least pretend to do your job the way it was written and act like you’re leading as an elected official. It’s staggering how we can keep getting our asses kicked in Iraq and all he can say is “trust me”. Once evidence is provided to religion, it becomes history or science. Religion requires faith, the Bush administration doesn’t.
Gumby’s rocked balls. Fantastic show. Great feeling coming off Judge’s. Thanks to the Cold Beer Boys for the show and Chris Deines for making a special trip from Topeka to run our sound board.
The Cold Beer Boys were great. They were even better than I thought they would be.
Thanks to everyone who made this show our best ever.
I downloaded RealOne player–Wait! Let me finish!—I downloaded the damn thing to watch the video from the farm on Mike McClure’s website. Note to McClure: RealPlayer blows. It really does. I promptly removed it from my computer. I’ll spend the next weeks removing bits and pieces of it from my registry. Icky.
I called the Willmore Opry to see about getting a spot out there. They’re booked through spring. I think it’s time to send the secret weapon.
I was flipping through the channels last night before going to sleep and I caught President Clinton giving an address at the Kennedy Center. He spoke about what he’d done in Africa since he’s left office while making jokes (quite tasteful and funny) about the current administration. I cried. I really did. I cannot understand how in the hell so many people despised this president. I realize that he wasn’t the most admirable person, but I hope that some day I’ll see another president as great as Clinton was.
Greetings from lovely Bellefont, KS. My little vacation from the dull drudgery of workaday tidal waves should include some songwriting, soul-searching, and plotting, not to mention some good old fashioned farmer-engineering.
Had an interesting show Saturday night. While I think it went well, there were few people there. This was due to, I believe, advertising and competition from one of the Octoberfests and a show by Blaine Younger in Lincoln. No matter…we booked another in November.
I went to Dodge City last night for some food. I don’t remember being so scared for my life. Everyone was driving around with modified cars and writing on the windows that I didn’t understand, blasting hate and base and sending dirty thoughts my way. I went to Burger King and the only person I could understand was the guy that took my order. I saw someone ask for napkins and the person working there gave her a blank stare until she re-asked the question in Spanish. That’s a pretty sad state of affairs when the employees of an establishment don’t understand simple English. I’d heard of it happening, but I guess I didn’t expect it in Kansas.
Should it really take an educated man 7 minutes to figure out how to get sound to come from a TV? We have such an advanced entertainment system at my house that it took me that long to ascertain which remote control to use, learn that the volume on the TV was “fixed”, find a different remote, cycle through the input selection four times, hit some other buttons…finally, I selected “analog” and lost my hearing.
Had a rather wild night last night…attended two birthday parties and two bars…paying now as I pack to get ready for Victoria tonight. I wish I were more excited about playing tonight. We’ll see how well this has been advertised and then I might be more excited. I don’t expect to be.
I feel like my old self. I spent the night after the auction drinking alone and watching the new Star Trek: Enterprise episodes. T’Pol’s new hair cut and uniforms kick ass…the new security crew also is quite impressive.
I talked to Julie for quite some time tonight…just like old times sitting on the porch and drinking beer…except she wasn’t drinking. It was refreshing none the less.
I got home expecting to go to bed at a decent hour…I walked into a party at my house…I had to play guitar and sing for another hour and a half…not the best thing for my voice, to be sure.