• For you hard-core street teams, I’ve finally gotten around to throwing up the flyers for the shows. You can download the PDF files from the calender pages. With fewer shows I can now focus on doing things correctly.

    20040904 Bobby Ts flyer 20040911 20041106

  • Had an enjoyable time in Victoria Friday
    Made sure I ate at the Library on Saturday before heading home

    Looking forward to this week
    I think I’ll swing over and catch Bleu Edmondson at Bobby T’s on Tuesday
    Pete Gile is opening

    Junction City on Friday for the Pearl Grey finale
    Perhaps we’ll record a double CD of the show
    Put all the good cuts on the first one
    Wait a year
    Release all the shitty cuts

    I drove by Leonardville last night at 4:00am
    Took a close look at the Longhorn
    It’s going to be fun
    The place even looks like Buster’s
    I’m hoping to have my guitar hopped up by then
    I’ve been oogling at Fishman’s new Premium Blend onboard pickup system
    Rent can wait

    I’m going to catch a little of Pete’s show at Rusty’s tonight
    Still a little fried from partying last night
    Until tomorrow…

  • I’m in a bluegrass mood
    They finally got around to unhooking the cable
    They must have realized that the old tennant moved out
    I was searching through my VHS collection last night
    Found a Bela Fleck concert from PBS
    Man, those guys could play…
    Bela…Sam Bush…Earl Scruggs…
    They don’t make ’em like that anymore.

    I finally got around to scanning this picture
    It hangs on my wall in my office
    Ah, the good old days

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  • Had a call from John
    Owns the Longhorn in Leonardville
    Booked Mike and me for 9/11
    I’m pretty excited about it
    Close to Manhattan
    Sounds like a place like Buster’s

  • I didn’t kick anything.

    Had an absolutely magnificant weekend
    Two of the funnest shows ever
    Friday a surprise song swap with Trevor in Hays
    Fun…our first song swap
    The die-hard red dirt fans didn’t hurt, either
    Thanks for the after hours, fellas…I think

    Saturday the first full band show at Busters
    Jim had a funeral so Jason Cunningham filled in on bass. I haven’t played with him in about four years. He became even better than he was back then. We were a little too loud in the beginning, I think. The drums were a little too much for the room. Johnny did a tremendous job with the brushes and keeping the volume low. Even so, I don’t think I’ll be taking a band back again. Buster’s is just not an environment for a band. It was a fun experiment, though. My father very rarely comments on my musical endevors. Even more rare are compliments from him. He said it was the best sounding show he’s ever heard from me. That felt good.

    My throat, on the other hand was blown out Friday night
    Saturday before the show was dismal
    I can’t believe it happened, but I felt pretty solid vocally during the show
    Alternating shots of lemon juice with the glasses of water
    “Lemon juice is a bandaid” and all that
    Having a hard time making noise at all today
    It was worth it

    One more thing:
    I never thought I’d ever see a 60 year old guy requesting Avril Lavigne and Alanis Morissette, at one of my shows, and smoking pot in the parking lot. I saw it. Weird.

  • Been awfully sick this week
    What I get for not sleeping last weekend
    Played a house party on Sunday night
    “When somebody calls I just answer the phone / and vacate the comfort zone”

    Auction tonight
    The Page tomorrow night
    Buster’s with a full band on Saturdee

    Hope I kick the bug in time

    You’ll hear from me.

  • Starting Doom 3 may have been the worst mistake I’ve made in a long time. Barely running on my machine, it brings back memories of running Doom 2 on my old 50 MHz 486 with 4 MB of RAM. It’s barely playable at the lowest resolution, the game play and, to some extent, plot are cloned from Half-Life, and Rob’s exactly right about the audio, and yet I can’t help but succumb to the realization that I may just have to be a half hour late to Bobby T’s.

  • I’m not a food critic, mostly because rarely do I eat anything of consequence. Occasionally, though, fortune provides me with something to literally write home about. There is a place in Victoria, KS, that has fantastic food. It’s probably not much better than average to most, but most people don’t like greasy, thick hamburgers and large amounts of fries. The place is called the Library. I’m not particularly good with praise, and my superlatives are rather rusty, but on both Friday and Saturday nights I ate there, consuming what I believe to be the best meals I’ve had this year.

    I spent Friday evening and Saturday afternoon working on the music for the new CD. Things went pretty well and I had substantially fewer arguments with my advisers than I expected. I don’t know if they gave up or if the material is that solid.

    I have a pretty solid week with all the Star Trek I have to watch. Ten hours on the clock leaves something like four or five waking hours left for watching DS9.