Ok, so we werenâ€™t stranded in Mississippi. We used the reserve tank in Jackson instead of waiting in a 2hr line regulated by state troopers with no promise that there would still be any gas there by the time we got through it. We hid ourselves behind a Wendyâ€™s to whip out the reserve stash instead of inviting and hostility or desperate acts that seemed possible in that setting. Most folks were just trying to fill gas cans to keep their generators running, as they still did not have electricity. We got to Meridian and put ourselves in another 2 hour line, this time with absolutely no choice. This very cheerful, beautifully cut, shirtless man came walking down the row of cars spreading the good news to his fellow man that there was another station in town that had just gotten gas. I rolled down my window, â€œTake a Left at the Light. Second Sto!â€? Those words were music to our ears. For the rest of this tour, anything that is really wonderful is â€˜Second Sto!â€? That show was â€œSecond Sto!â€? Man, I canâ€™t believe that Andrea and Staci put us up for 4 nights and made us feel so welcome. There home is an Oasis. They are Second Sto!
Last night was my first gig in Boston, even though I went to college here. I was such a late bloomer, I never played out until I got to London after college. It was wonderful to be here for a few hours and see some college friends for the first time in years.
Shoooooowwwws, gracious hosts, friends, miles, not enough time with any one person. Itâ€™s all a blurâ€¦ John at J&R Service center in Fairfield, Connecticut, who took pity on us and traded me the labor on new brake pads for a CD. My head is still back in Mississippi. I havenâ€™t caught up with myself. In the mean time, during the drives and in the middle of the night, I am working on 3 new film projects that I am music supervising and booking the west coast, Midwest, UK and Italy tours that should happen before the end of 2005.