Tolls, Hippies, and Acoustics

Hello to all. I have had several requests from various people to update my blog. So here is an update. It has been difficult to find time to type due to the infrequency of which I am exposed to an electrical outlet so I can charge my computer and the scarcity of the internet. I am a bit overwhelmed with what to write seeing how I have just undergone two and a half solid weeks of non-stop characters, crazy happenings, and big city madness. But I guess I will just start at the beginning and give you the highlights.

Show Numer 1: The Acoustic Coffee House-Johnson City Tennessee: This was the first show in our tour. We played the longest set that we had and had a fairly attentive audience. After the show we had no place to stay so we just sat around in van for a while with the doors open. I was sitting there by myself with the doors open when this rickty old van came barreling in the parking lot. My keyboard was sitting in its case right next to the van and and almost got run over. A man with a gray beard and hair down to his buttox wrenched open the van door and hopped out saying (very drunkenly I might add) "DID I HIT YOUR THING?" I laughed and said "No. you did not hit my keyboard" This man then proceeds to talk my ears off for thrity minutes about how he drove all the way from Pensicola, Florida to see me play music because he had heard about me. He claimed to have played music with Greg Allman and to be a world class guitar player who dabbled in the keyboard. He asked me to sing, no begged me to sing something and I obliged and sang these words: "I'm singing, I'm singing, la la la la" The man clapped and jumped as if I had just sung a masterpeice and said "I knew it!" Then he walked away. It was the strangest conversation I have ever had. It make me chuckle to say the least. That night the Acoustic Coffee house where we played offered to let us sleep in their adjoining music venue. So I slept in a smelly couch from the seventies, while Andrew slept in the van and guarded the gear. Before falling asleep I took a deep breath, covered my head with my blanket to block out the red EXIT light that flashed above me, and prepared myself for the most many more nights of less than perfect sleeping arrangements.