Long, Strange Trip


Having started out yesterday “Brain-Fried and Twisted” I only thought I was brain-fried. Today’s long, strange trip from home to Nashville was filled with drama (facing the 18-wheelers on the shoulder of the interstate changing a flat…with my guitars, congas, and percussion stands in a ditch so I could get to the spare), decision (best instrument to accompany one of the tunes and who plays woodwinds in town), and just plain fatigue (long trip without the flat and stop and go traffic for mile after mile due to an accident). So it’s not only brain-fried, but body-weary. It’s only 9:00 pm but it feels like 2:00 am.

Good night.

My Son is Right


My eldest son Isaac has Jackson Browne’s “Solo Acoustic Volume 1” on his playlist pretty constantly. He is dead on in his musical taste at this point. Good taste. Good connection to being a JB fan. He’s right.

Just sayin’.

Nashville = Happiness


When I rolled into town this evening, I felt the happiness sweep over me. It helps that three of the people that I love most in this world (and one that I’m growing mighty fond of) call Nashville home. My eldest son Isaac and I will crash in my two daughters’ homes for the next three or four days and get our fill of music, making memories, and kayaking. Yes, kayaking (I expect to get wet).

More updates after sleep.