We just played a pretty kick-ass open mic in Ashland, Oregon, which turned out to be a whole lot more than just the little dot on the map it appeared to be. Stumbling fortuitously upon the Wild Goose Cafe on a Sunday night, needing badly to break up a BILLION hour drive, I was really pleased that it was such a cool place, and really disappointed that we had three hours on our drive to go and that we couldn’t stay through the night.
Thanks so much to the host and the bartender who put out a tip hat that filled with gracious tips that paid for gas for the night. I do worry that all the good karma we’ve built up over the past couple of weeks sitting through so many rough nights has just taken a serious hit. I wish we could’ve stayed a little later, but we’re already on a dark road headed