Alright, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to post due to the usual reasons (no internet, no time, laziness). So, where to begin?
First off, I’d like to congratulate Devonie for winning the photo caption contest. This might seem a bit unfair since it was her idea in the first place but overall she was the best. Whiskey bottle reference (while the request gets old, the joke doesn’t), a poem, Creston name drop, etc. She gets it. Now I just need to find a good prize.
The show at the Pageant in St. Louis was awesome which is something I rarely say. Probably our best St. Louis show since I’ve been with the band. Another thing I rarely say is that I had some great pizza in St Louis. Across the street from the club is a new joint called Pie and they know what they’re doing. Apparently, Obama caused a stink when he said it was his favorite deep dish pizza.
Oxford was so-so. Ole Miss was playing a football game that night that pretty much trumped everything else. Our little gig was just a side show. Still, it wasn’t as bad as the time Jay Farrar and Canyon were playing Boston during game 6 of the playoffs. If you’ve ever been to Boston you’ll know that EVERYONE is a Red Sox freak and even rock clubs have to have the game on TV. It’s maddening. That night we had to push the show back about 3 hours to play for 15 people. Sports. Ugh.
Having spent Mardi Gras in Lafayette last year I was really hoping for a blast. Like this:
Our show was almost that fun. James, Andrew and I joined Peter Bruntnell for the last 4 songs of his set and I think we’ll continue to do that so come early. The next day we hit the Old Time Grocery for po’ boys and headed for New Orleans. Hurricane Ida had been threatening to strike all week but thankfully it headed east and didn’t do much more than bring some strong winds and a bit of rain. It certainly didn’t get in the way of our man-vacation:
We had Monday off and since Pete and Steve
had never been to New Orleans we had to do the Bourbon St walk, hurricanes, and all that. Necessary but not fun. On Tuesday, Steve, James, and myself had a lovely lunch at Cochon. I ordered the boucherie plate and the oyster roast. James had the oyster sandwich with fried alligator as did Steve. The Parish at the House of Blues, um, sucks. Perhaps that’s a bit harsh but come on!
It would be one thing if the staff was rude and competent but we had to push opening the doors back due to endless issues with the sound system. Regardless, the show was decent and we hung out afterwards with Son Volt’s old guitar tech, DeWitt Burton, who was in town with REM. Good times.
Houston’s Continental Club never fails to disappoint and Wednesday was no different. Everyone is always very appreciative since it seems that lots of bands skip over Houston these days. While there, James discovered his love of shuffle board:
So now we’re in Dallas where we haven’t played in 4 years or so and all signs point to a good gig. We’ll see……..