I like being ignorant. I don’t mean that in an indictment of the US educational system sort of way. When I tour I like to stay stupid. I am a musical cow. Following the herd. I want the barest of essentials of information. When do I get up? Ummmm… basically that’s it. I guess what time my plane leaves is in there somewhere but it kind of folds into the whole “when do I get up” question. How many days are we gone so I can figure out how many black T shirts I need to bring with me. From that point it’s all instinct. My car knows the way to the airport apparently, ’cause I find myself there with great regularity. From my peripheral vision I catch sight of a large object with spots on it. Some guy grabs my guitar and I follow him into the large spotted vehicle. (more…)