FINALLY.
Finally over the bridge into Missouri to play a show and see some long-lost faces. Just a little bookstore, but a bookstore filled with friends and fans, and PROVIDED by a friend and fan. Thank you!
Our friend (and fan) Chris Otto joined us for a couple of songs on his flutes and whistles, and it was a great night, +/- the fact that I couldn’t get a cookie from next door because we had to race home to meet up with Rowan, who flew in during our second set tonight.
Dunaway Books, unfortunately, is a snazzier-than-we-deserve used book store. The only thing that I kinda wanted turned out to be a first-edition copy of The Running Man priced at nearly a thousand bucks. They didn’t have pedestrian things like “Dune”, “The Last Unicorn” or “Going Postal”, or the poetry of Pablo Neruda, or ANY books that feature in our songs.
