OK, that’s a lie. I’m a lot further from Louisville than 8 miles. But don’t you just love that Grandpa Jones song? I’ll be onstage with Brigitte Demeyer and Chris Donohue at about 8 pm tonight at Uncle Slayton’s, opening for the Black Lillies. See you there.
Key West was just wonderful. The gig was great. Michael “Crawdaddy” Crawley graced us all with his presence, and he played so great. That is one inspiring man.
I feel like I’ve had a mini Key West vacation: I’m tired, hungover and gained five pounds! Seriously, I was pretty healthy—I walked and jogged for about 3 hours yesterday morning, and even this morning, in a rush to get on the highway back north to Lauderdale Airport, I took a walk back down to my favorite spot, Cuban Coffee Queen, for one last Cafe Con Leche. I told ‘em Paul Griffith sent me, and they smiled.
Even the long ride back up A1A was nice.
Made it through some pretty brutal Miami traffic to the airport.
I was reminded of an old Silos song, the one that says, “Driving down Highway 441 with the windows down. Beer in one hand, the radio blasting…”
Waiting for my flight to Orlando, and from there to Louisville.
I’ll be at Art Bowman’s House Concert in Lawrenceville, Georgia, this Saturday. It’s all sold out! Sorry for you procrastinators who waited too late. But I look forward to it very much.