Posted on June 22, 2011 by Gary in
Things I have learned about packing for a tour: While my day job is a songwriter here in Nashville, Tennessee, I have moonlighted as a touring musician for many years. First up was Pure Prairie League in the 80’s. Back then we traveled by covered wagon and sled, mostly. Good times. We lost a lot […]
Things I have learned about packing for a tour:
While my day job is a songwriter here in Nashville, Tennessee, I have moonlighted as a touring musician for many years. First up was Pure Prairie League in the 80’s. Back then we traveled by covered wagon and sled, mostly. Good times. We lost a lot of good men along the way but they were mostly drummers so who cared? (more…)
Posted on May 16, 2011 by Gary in
We’re a thousand miles away from Kenny. Plotting. Always plotting. This is the down period when we are getting everything ready for the big tour. Well, for us it’s the little tour attached to the big tour. (more…)
We’re a thousand miles away from Kenny. Plotting. Always plotting.
This is the down period when we are getting everything ready for the big tour. Well, for us it’s the little tour attached to the big tour. (more…)
Posted on April 20, 2011 by Gary in
I have been requested (demanded) by the Blue Sky Rider’s management team to clarify my position vis a vis the band. My clarification is as follows: (more…)
I have been requested (demanded) by the Blue Sky Rider’s management team to clarify my position vis a vis the band. My clarification is as follows: (more…)
Posted on April 19, 2011 by Gary in
The more I think about this whole band thing the less I’m sold on it. I am used to being the lone wolf. The Clint Eastwood type… strolling out of the desert, coming to town and playing and leaving a trail of broken hearts and damp seats. Then the townspeople catch me and hang me […]
The more I think about this whole band thing the less I’m sold on it. I am used to being the lone wolf. The Clint Eastwood type… strolling out of the desert, coming to town and playing and leaving a trail of broken hearts and damp seats. Then the townspeople catch me and hang me but I don’t die and I come back and kill them all in a rainstorm. (more…)
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