Blue Sky Riders

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 just got the sweetest phone call from a friend.  He said he had just read Gary’s blog and wanted to know “Was Gary kidding?” ‘Cause if he wasn’t, my friend said he would officially drive to Nashville to kick some serious ASS.

I adore my friends.  They are always looking out for me. I am happy to report that there’s no need for violence.   Instead I say WELCOME TO MY WORLD!  (more…)

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…)

“Sweetheart, come sing for Bridgette!” yelled my mother from the living room.  I was four years old and Bridgette was my mom’s best friend who was a professional singer and gorgeous and blond.  I was too embarrassed to sing in person so I made a deal with my mom to give me five minutes and I would record my voice into a tape recorder from my bedroom.  Then she could play Bridgette the tape.  She laughed and said fine.  So from the safety of my twin bed, I hit RECORD and sang “Country Roads, Take Me Home” by John Denver.  I handed my mom the tape and then ran back into my bedroom, too nervous for feedback.  Bridgette listened to it and yelled back: “Hey Georgia, you’re really good! You should be a singer.”  (more…)