I’m lonesome, sitting at Kafe Keoruac wishing i was more out-going without my guitar. The people here are beautiful and, if I can glean anything from the school-related conversations going on around me, very smart. I like smart beautiful people! Sometimes I think I’M a smart and beautiful person! We should totally hang out! Alas – it’s not destined to be and I shall remain the weird outsider at the coffeeshop where everyone seems to know everyone else.
See?!!? The first frost of the winter of 2008.
rob playing with the spirit of the Hooten Hallers in him at the studio of KOPN in Columbia, MO.
Jeff Wheeler at KOPN, pushing buttons and twiddling knobs… whatEVER it is that he gets up to.
We make our escape into the absolutely freakin’ freeziness of the night after first the Blue Fugue and then KOPN. A full night, a good night to retreat to doggie warmth at Firedancer’s place.
Kansas City is a pretty enchanting town. I hadn’t realized that we’d played Westport Coffeehouse before, but once we were there I recognized the spot. We had a great show, all thanks to Mason from A’Tris doing the legwork. Here’s Mason and his Midwest woman with Rowan and I grinning after a show well-perpetrated. I’m clearly still heated from the playing, everyone else is all wintry!
I was planning on going to the open mic at a bar called Brew Stirs a little ways down the street, but as always, down-time saps my determination and the time change and my unexpectedly speedy arrival have allowed me three hours before the night begins here. Also a glimpse of the place has all of my usual prejudices about such places slamming into place. It looks like a dive, it’ll probably smell like a dive… without Heather, no-one’s going to car about me in such a place. WITH Heather at least I’d get a double-take.
Mewf. In any case, at this point most of me just wants to hang out at the coffeehouse and play Spore until I can go to my host’s house tonight. The cafe is full of the not-quite-hip, records, books, some Nancy Sinatra tunes and coffee and whiskey. If only they had music! Sigh – alas, it’s not in the cards… they even have Scrabble and comfortable chairs, though the former requires a friend and the latter are spoken for by the natives.
