Blue Sky Riders

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…)

There will be no complaining about the show tonight. No whining about stairs…no judgmental opinions of hardworking people who paid their money to come to a concert. You know why? (more…)

Let me tell you all about the wonderful things about last night’s show at the B#%#y #% in #%**#%. About three songs into our Blue Sky Riders set last night, a woman in the audience at the foot of the stage right in front of Kenny handed him a note that said, “Play your OLD stuff!” We have a line in our song “Dream” that says “As if all I’ve been’s all I’m ever gonna be for the rest of my life.”  I would like to have that line engraved on a beautiful piece of wood, possibly Mahogany or Teak… and #%%* her across the ##^*%. (more…)

Tonight’s blog comes with a few handy dandy tips for touring that I have picked up as part of this crazy carnival I like to call a Blue Sky Riders Tour:

Tip one: There is apparently no limit to the number of naps a human being (me) can take. Bus not showing up for twenty minutes? Take a nap! Dinner is in an hour? Get a little “power nap” in. Sleep a full eight hours and get on the bus for a two hour drive to the next show? Crawl into the ol’ bunk and take a nap. It’s really quite amazing. When this tour is over, I should have a sleep reserve built up so I can stay awake till 2016. (more…)