Road Rash...

Leaving the house Tuesday evening for my drive west and another leg of my mid-west tour… Pulled into a rest stop on the western edge of Ohio approximately 1am intent on using the facilities and “resting my eyes” for an hour or so… Waking up in the front seat of my car 6hrs later with no clue where the fuck I was… I guess I needed to do just a little more than “rest my eyes…

I really like performing in the Midwest… It would be even better if I didn’t have to drive through Indiana to get there and back… I need to get some Sirius Radio… Locating nothing but country music on my way west…

As Alabama sang, “Play me some mountain music”… I thought sure… First tell me where the fuck, there are any mountains in INDIANA!!! Come to think of it where the fuck, are there mountains in Ala-fucking-bama… But I digress… I think the highway on and off ramps qualify as ski slopes in Indiana…

Best of all they charge you to drive through that state… What are they charging for, the scenery??? Although I will say the farms in eastern Indiana certainly looked like a safer place to be than Gary…

The license plates in Indiana say “In God We Trust”… You get off the highway in Gary… You better be prepared to trust a Colt ‘45 and I ain’t talkin’ about malt liquor…

The farms smelled a little bit better than Gary, too…

Saw a billboard in Illinois… “Report Corruption”… TO WHO??? IT’S ILLINOIS!!!!

I think they just want to know who the complainers are so they can show up to burn their fuckin’ house down… “Report Corruption”… Yeah, right…

Had a good show last night… Heading to LaCrosse, Wisconsin this morning with a stop to do a radio interview for the Friday and Saturday shows in Dubuque, Iowa…

Ok, that’s all for now folks… The Road Rash has been itched…

Summer Memories...

I thought I’d just take a moment this afternoon to write a thank you note to the neighbor kids… For the memories they evoked from the deep recesses of my mind today…

Sitting in my Italian Patio on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, watching a baseball game… Windows open, warm breeze blowing… Dogs barking each time they sped, happily past on their bicycles down the bumpy gravel road…

Everyone enjoying a perfect summer day… Memories evoked not by watching them play, but only by sounds of their play as I sat watching the baseball game… Memories of childhood games on warm, endless, summer days…

If I had listened more closely I probably could have predicted the outcome or at least given good odds to anyone wishing to place a bet…

As speeds slowly increased each trip down the gravel hill, the limits of safety were punctuated with loud a “Wooo Hooo!!!”

…Until they are finally followed by the unmistakable sounds of a CRASH as bicycle and kid skid across the gravel… And a playmate’s laughter filled question of concern… “Are you, OK???”

Looking up from the ballgame… Filled with laughter myself, at what I had just heard… I lift my glass and say thanks for the memories, kid…