We headed back out to the Shakori Hills GrassRoots Festival again this spring.
It was good to see everybody, as usual. It was extremely wet by the second day, but a very good time again.

We played on Fri. right after the huge rain storm began, the power even went out once, somehow it gave the whole thing a more communal feel. stomping and shouting and splashing around.

That was cool for the first few hours, then it just got annoying and wet.

We also played the Kraken Bar, which we had never done before. It was a pretty cool time. They allow dogs and we like dogs. I will say their muzzles were all supiciously wet, alcoholic dogs, maybe?

We headed down to Florida, to hit the same old suspects, plus a couple of new spots. Always good to see the folks at the Ale and the Witch and the Belle Isle Yacht Pub and Will's Pub, of course.

We did Bryan Childs 9 Bullets radio show in Tampa, which he claims will soon be called the Sad Bastard Song Club. Then we drank a lot of craft beers with said Bryan Childs at a place called Southern Brewing Company, I believe. Really good beer and neither one of us likes craft beer.

This caused us to be late for our show at the 8th Avenue Pub in Safety Harbor, but I think we still pulled it off o.k., despite having to play the whole night, which means, covers(not my favorite thing) and more work. Luckily our buddy Animal jammed along with us and we made it through.

Thanks to everybody who helped on this run and everybody who didn't can piss off.  Another one's coming soon.

We had a really good time at the Monday parades and got up at 5a.m. to roll out early (don't ask). Right as we were rolling up on the bridge we saw Zulu rolling from the Convention Center parking lot, pretty cool.

The ride home consisted of me being pissed about having to drive first, even though I didn't have to be back, rain, hail and a lot of singing ridiculous songs.

I won't say it was easier travelling with 3 people instead of two, but it did lead to a couple of hilarious situations. I doubt we'll do it again for a bit, but who knows.

Well, we've been having a good time. Brock and I and "the Worlds Worst Merch Girl"  (WWMG from hear on out) headed out and did the whole deal.

We went down to lovely Springfield, MO hung out with a lot of our friends and saw the timeless Jonathon Richman.  What an awesome show. When the show is so good Lou Whitney's standing on a table, you know it's good.

The next night we played with the NightHawks, always good to see those fellows. Also, all the other folks that make up the whole Outland, DugOut scene. It was especially cool to run into our buddy Doug from the Ben Miller Band and various other projects, nobody is quite like that guy. We'll get to see them again at Shakori Hills and just thinking about it makes me happy.
WWMG misplaced the merch $, but I found it, still haven't told her where.

The next day we took off for Memphis. We had never been to, or played the P&H Cafe before, it turned out to be cool. The other band didn't show, but we got a really nice reaction. We played a pretty long set, talked to some people and sold some stuff, then headed out for NOLA that night. I think we may have spent almost as much money playing video mini golf as we made, but man that machine is addictive (thanks Matt Woods).

The drive was fine I did a few hours, Brock did a few hours and I drove the last hour and a half. Maybe my favorite drive in the world, rolling into NOLA with OZ blaring the Brass Band Half Hour. We hit NOLA about 7:30 a.m. and started to drinking.
To Be Continued...

We are getting pretty excited about the next run we're making.
Like listening to Professor Longhair and ReBirth excited.

Louisiana during Carnival season is just something you can't explain.

Talked to our buddy Will Walker the other day and we're booked for 
Orlando again in April, so awesome. Will (Will's Pub) and Dave from the Belle Isle Yacht Pub are in a competition to see who can make us feel most at  home in the city with big (Mickey) ears.


So, keep your eyes on the usual spots and your ears open. We may be right next to you before you know it, in one way, or another (creepy).

We left Columbia sometime in the a.m., around 9, I think.
We didn't have to be in Birmingham until midnight, but
how do you not figure in problems?

We rolled into town at about 10 and proceeded to hanging
out with the bartender and a couple of nice fellows who
were the only inhabitants of the bar.

They were very concerned when we got out of the car and
stood outside for a while. Guess that's damned
suspicious behavior in Birmingham on a Monday night.
Also, I guess anyone who stands outside on a 55 degree
night in Alabama is obviously a degenerate.

We went on around midnight to a small, but highly appreciative
crowd.  Marty rolled in and hung out for the first set. We did a
one condenser mic set-up and it sounded suprisingly good.

After the second set we hung out for a little bit and then started
loading things into the car. A homeless man in a wheelchair rolled
by and started to ask us for money. He then stopped and said"Oh,
you guys are musicians". He didn't ask us for money again. I guess
everyone knows musicians are broke.

We loaded up, said our good-byes and headed for Bradenton.
that's only another 10 hours from Birmingham.

We are definitely looking forward to getting back to Marty's though
always a good time.

We drove in a monsoon and I mean a monsoon, from Ocala to Bradenton.

I cannot over state the amount of rain descending, crazy, mean Old Testament God amounts of rain. We all know how that guy was.

We hit Bradenton a couple of hours late, but we made it.


The BlueBerry Patch is a truly unique place. Clyde, the man who books
the joint is one of the coolest people in the world.

We played a couple of sets to a fairly full audience, got hugged a lot
and then headed back down the road.

I don't think we even broke anything, or offended anyone.