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Friday, July 22, 2005

"Anybody heard any live music?" Dang Lars, I hear it every freaking Saturday night and I'm ready for a break! "Lady of the Laundry", hmmm....that sounds Catholic. Can I use it in church? Must it be sung while dawning rosary beads?

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Lars,
It's "Charley" Pride. After that time you hit me with bail (when I meant bale), I couldn't resist. His gigs were quite mundane. We played at a very low volume. Everything sounded like the record. It was a yawn but after the show, I would go out to clubs and sit-in. Charley got wind of what I was doing and approached me about it. I was frank and told him. He then asked if I was going out that night and if he could go along. It was a pain dragging him along because you became his road manager making sure he was sitting at a table in a corner where people couldn't get in behind him while he was signing autographs. Crap, all I wanted to do was over-play and chase girls!

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Yeah, that God's Country thing gets old, especially since the ones spouting such cliches are yeahoos (sic) anyway.

I just returned from a music get together in the North Carolina piedmont where the temp at night was 85 degrees with humidity to match. I ended up a puddle of muscle, bone and sweat. Nice acoustic guitars abounded: A Martin D40 (Tom Petty Signature model), a Guild Jumbo Sunburst, the ever present D28 and my own Larrivee. The humidity played havoc with the tunings but we managed to have fun dispite the sultry southern heat.

Lars, your California turnaround would have tested anyones metal. I dated a girl once who took me to Vegas and used the same money management skills you described. We paid for our trip with the winnings. I, of course, lack the discipline needed to pull off a winning night and usually leave broke and heart broken ("If I had only...")

Come on Ted, let's hear the Austin tale!

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Ted, c'mon and tell us about your trip to Austin. Guys, Ted is the hardiest man I know. He drove to central Texas in July without air-conditioning and lived to tell about it.

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