Blue Sky Riders

9.14.12 We were warned not to expect a lot of bells and whistles on this tour, but so far the catering has been fantastic! We played the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last night for the Green Gala, an Eco Watch fundraiser. Certainly the last place I expected baby sea tartare appetizers, but I am not here to judge. (more…)

9.13.12 Holy smokes, Bullwinkle!….. I think all of us would have been thrilled to play to half a house…to get polite applause….to not have someone yell”Footloose!”

What we HAD for our first show was an almost full Kent Theater with a crowd that stood and cheered and rushed the front to dance and sing along to songs they had never heard before from a band they didn’t know. They sat in full attention for the ballads, clapped along with the rockers and made our first show amazing. When it was over, Kenny, Georgia and I hugged each other in the dressing room, close to tears (also close to the ladies toilet), overcome with the emotions that came from having our show wildly surpass what we hoped and dreamed for the last two years. Almost the entire audience then stood in the lobby for over an hour to buy our merch and tell us how much they love the music and the band. What a night!

9.12.12 Oh my god…this whole bus is filled with people who are here simply because Kenny had a wacky idea and I said “yes”. I feel so responsible. I have been jumping to my feet to get people beverages and cheese all during our nine hour ride to Ohio. I have to learn to be haughty and aloof like a good little rock star. I hear our first show is at a cool club. I will be thrilled if we have a hundred people there. I’ll try to blog every night to let you know how it’s going.

This past weekend I went back to my hometown and was the Grand Marshall of the Daffodil Parade. I am one of two people born in Meriden, Connecticut to go on to success in the music business. There may have been some guy in 1920 who lubed up John Phillip Sousa’s trombones but for all intents and purposes his name and fame have been lost in the swirling eddies of time. (Brad Devlin 1886-1946) (more…)