The Last Train To Toledo... 4:00 am came TOO early this morning. How could it not? It was great to be home if only for a couple of days. LA is a great and entertaining place to live. The Orkin man came to spray on Tuesday and before he got down to business, he asked, "Could I use your phone? I have to call Denzel Washington's house..." My bug man, dropping names.
Jeanne and I actually got a chance to get out and work in the yard, digging up and transplanting huge yucca plants ( yes, I did get stuck many times with those pointy ends) and some ancient jade plants (bushes) as well as cleaning up some old prickly pear cacti. I am sore and scraped but man do I feel good! Sleep and home cooked food are a good thing too. I should try it sometime...
My world got a little smaller yesterday. While at my computer (something else that has changed) I got an IM from my friend, singer/songwriter Steven McClintock. He said he was in Scotland. A couple of minutes later, Victoria Shaw, another singer/songwriter friend from Nashville, IM'ed me from there to. They are there together on tour for the next week or so and then on to Europe I believe. There we were, having a chat from across the continent as well as the Atlantic. And all for the price of a local call. The Internet highway just added an exit that leads straight to my house. Things will never be the same again.
JY has been working overtime to produce the upcoming live concert video shoot at the Rosemont Horizon in Chicago this Saturday night. We have hired Larry Jordan to direct. He is an old pal who also did the "High Enough" and "Where You Going Now" videos for DAMN YANKEES among tons of other big name videos and live shows (I will only drop the DAMN YANKEES name--heck if the bug-man can do it...). JY is the ONLY guy in the band who could pull this off. He was born for the job. GO JAMES YOUNG! I love you, my brother...
Tonight is Toledo, and we almost didn't get to play here. It was in the planning stages for the final leg that we all realized we had not yet played that building. It is a notoriously rocking joint. And how could we not indulge ourselves with one more taste of Toledo?
Later... And just when it was looking like a trouble-free day of flying, Jeanne, Bubba and I had to deplane in Denver after sitting on the tarmac there for an hour, waiting to fly to Detroit, where we will meet up with the rest of the band. Seems they could not get the plane's main door to close. So we are now sitting at the gate where the next available flight is scheduled to take off in 45 minutes. Lots of very irritated folks here. I managed to get THE last seat and Jeanne is #2 on the waiting list. We didn't wait to have the attendant on our first flight to tell us what to do, I called our trusty travel agent in LA, who deals with this sort of crisis every day. Even so, it will be tight getting to Toledo in time for the show. If Jeanne cannot get on, she will be stuck here in Denver until the NEXT flight to Detroit. This is what goes on behind the scenes on a regular basis. If I was not somewhat used to this, I would be in a mild panic right now, but these things almost always work out, if only by the hair of the chinny-chin-chin. Almost, being the operative word. Stay tuned�
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