PANAMA AND THE DOC
SUIT UP AND G-O TO FRANCE
August 6, 2005 - - So I'm out the door again, getting on a series
of flying aluminum tubes on my way back to Europe, on a mission
to spread democracy.
This summer's effort
has come about in a series of odd incidents, half of which made
me feel like maybe I'm in the wrong profession, or maybe not even
in the profession at all, and the other half coming as reminders
that I once promised myself that no matter what, even if it meant
dying on the road, that I would play music at every opportunity.
That if I die even being just the best musician that I personally
can be, that it will be worth it.
My friend Ray Brand,
a noted guitar player and all-round cool dude, passed away week
before last, and I think it was Ray's passing and the remembrance
of the holiness of his attitude toward the pilgrimage that we musicians
undertake that finally prompted me to write the paragraph above
and to say okay and start looking around for a cheap way to get
Tomorrow I'm going out
to Nashville International (yeah, right) to get on a Southwest flight
to Baltimore, where, six hours after my arrival I will, so I'm told,
get on an Iceland Airways flight to Reykjavik and then on to Frankfurt.
I'll say HI to Bjork for you while I'm in Reykjavik.
I'll take the ICE (short for "very freakin fast" in German)
train to Utrecht, where my friend and web dude Riny will pick me
up and take me out to his little town out there on the polder or
somewhere. At some point during the next couple of days The Doc
and I will get together, play a warmup gig in the Netherlands, and
then we'll be off to the wilds of France. I plan to take notes and
transcribe them on one of the public internet sites using the hellish
French keyboard, and thus keep you up to date.
I'm also going to take
my camera and though I won't be able to immediately upload the pics
I take, I'll get around to it at some point, maybe back at Riny's,
maybe back home twenty-one (approximately) days from now.
But now Mama has come
in and told me to come to bed so that I can get started tomorrow.
I'll write from the