June 30th, 2017.
We’re driving East on an interstate somewhere in Tennessee, I-40, drawing a straight line betwixt Memphis and Nashville – big name places where we play little name places. Coffeehouses and
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
We’re driving East on an interstate somewhere in Tennessee, I-40, drawing a straight line betwixt Memphis and Nashville – big name places where we play little name places. Coffeehouses and
State road 71 provides most of the concrete betwixt Austin and Houston and we’re racing down it now, watching cattle hug the shade and overpowered pickups race past us –
Oh, woe is me – I’m a sleepy puppy. A sleepy Bullpup, mayhaps. Heather and Kristen and I have been running around Coffeyville, KS for the week doing a program
A lot of it’s context. An act that I don’t think I’d have bothered with for more than a song or two back in the broad daylight of South by
Dreary day in Dallas. The rain started early this morning and is just not letting up. Lightning has been skewering and with the flatness of the local land, we can