Blue Sky Riders

There are certain ways of being “funny” that ensure that you spend the rest of your life answering questions like “Are you being funny?” or “Was that a joke?” There is no “funny font” on a computer. Sarcasm doesn’t come color-coded so it jumps off the page and warns you that the writer thinks he is smarter than he really is. (more…)

I like being ignorant. I don’t mean that in an indictment of the US educational system sort of way. When I tour I like to stay stupid. I am a musical cow. Following the herd. I want the barest of essentials of information. When do I get up? Ummmm… basically that’s it. I guess what time my plane leaves is in there somewhere but it kind of folds into the whole “when do I get up” question. How many days are we gone so I can figure out how many black T shirts I need to bring with me. From that point it’s all instinct. My car knows the way to the airport apparently, ’cause I find myself there with great regularity. From my peripheral vision I catch sight of a large object with spots on it. Some guy grabs my guitar and I follow him into the large spotted vehicle. (more…)

I really thought I should sit it out. Everyone is talking about the Beatles on Ed Sullivan… what they meant to us… what they meant to the whole country, so soon after Kennedy’s assassination. Kids in front of TVs who swear their lives were changed forever. Why should I chime in on this? A new perspective? The opinion of a twelve year old? (more…)

The people have spoken!

I left the crucial decision up to the people who have the biggest stake in it…. YOU. You know what?  You did not let me down.

You had to choose between informational and sensational and you dove for the sexy like a seagull going for a beached clam. Okay… here we go: (more…)