Blue Sky Riders

Ahhh … the glamour of life on the road! Here we are warming up before a private gig in California this past weekend…

Consider the can. It’s a large can. It takes up most of the room. It is clearly marked. They can see the markings on this can from the International Space Station. The markings clearly spell out “WORMS.” I saw the markings …

and I opened the can anyway. (more…)

Some things are meant to happen after the sun goes down. Convenience store robberies. Drug deals. Rock shows. The problem that you run up against when you put on a concert at 6 PM in Denver in the middle of July is … it feels like a 4 PM show in Hell. Take a ninety nine degree day… add stage lighting… stir In some stage wardrobe (usually black because it is slimming)… no, seriously. Take it. Get it out of here. (more…)

A boy’s first boob. It is a mystical, magical occurrence… the first time an artist is asked to sign a woman’s boob. I had dreamed about this moment from the mud of Woodstock when I first dreamed of being a musician. What would it be like? Would I choke and drop the pen? Would I get all sweaty and grab something for a firmer signature… and get punched by a jealous husband? Would Georgia let me do it at all? (more…)