Tulsa Time and Texas Heat
Yay: A day off! Boo: Driving 11 hours to Tulsa. We were all looking forward to sleeping in a bit, but Lou was insistent that we get on...
The Wine Is Poisoned! (But I Don't Mind)
As I said in the last blog, I wasnāt feeling great about the show in Nashville, but was convinced otherwise by the fans on social media...
This Tour Is Brought To You By...
...The Jerk Store! Ok, Iām being a little harsh to the person that booked us in one city with a promise of a large lump sum that we were...
Wrapping Up The Tour (or Sunday Morning No-Shows)
We arrived in Philadelphia in the late afternoon, and upon entering the hotel, I felt a strange sense of deja vu. Turns out, Channing,...
Band On The Run: NYC Day 2 and 3 (or How Do You Spell 'Merely?')
A day off. Or, a day in traffic, as this one was. We had a request to visit a station on Long Island, and when a station reaches out to...
Pawling To NYC (or The Magnificent Golden Arches of The Big Apple)
I woke up early again, and drove through Starbucks in the Sprinter van. I considered buying everyone coffee, but what time everyone was...
Pittsburgh to Pawling, via Poughkeepsie (or One Helluva Hat!)
After a night of rock and roll, and a little bit of babysitting, 7am comes pretty early. Iām an early riser as it is, most times getting...
Grand Rapids To Pittsburgh (or, Grover Gets Lost)
DISCLAIMER: As my grandmother used to say, our band uses 'swears'. Not everything is neat and tidy. We don't always get along. We...
