Blue Sky Riders

I’m back from the wars. My dog remembers me. It took a little bit of time and treats but he is back growling at me… his funny way of saying he loves me but knows that I am made of meat and therefore fully edible. That crazy pup!

I have three weeks of newspapers to catch up on. Who knows what kind of shenanigans Beetle Bailey got into while I was away. By now he could be deployed to Afghanistan. If any one could make that funny it would be that dead guy who writes it. (more…)

Imagine a field large enough to hold 100,000 people. OK, not a field… a gigantic parking lot… like Sears times 10. Add 100 degrees in the sun. Oh… and there is almost NO shade!

Now put 50 people in lawn chairs scattered almost randomly around the front of the lot towards the stage, and let the rest of that immense parking lot be empty. Mojave Desert empty. Empty like a concrete soccer stadium with a handful of popcorn salesmen wandering around aimlessly, as if rehearsing for when there actually might be fans there some day. Maybe. (more…)

I am writing this blog because they are dangling prizes in front of me like some airline reward system. “Write a blog” they say …“don’t you want to get a gold star like Kenny and Georgia?” This is so manipulative. And yet….it IS a gold star. (more…)

Okay. So, we’re on the road with Kenny for the first time. Let me try to explain what this is like:

Old days:
Drive 300 miles to hotel, check in then run over to the venue for a soundcheck. Park my car as close as I can to the front and grab my guitar, gig bag, stand and box of CDs for sale. Juggle everything in my hands so I can make as few trips as possible. (more…)