His name is Truman and he was rescued by matt white and his band from the streets of San Antonio.
Sharon and I were off the bus for 2 days while we recouperated from bad colds in our chests and whatnot. It was a good break. We needed it. Were we replaced by a dog?
Now we are in Little Rock, Arkansas.
We played this place, Juanita's, last year when there was a tornado/ice storm kinda thing happening outside. This time it's pretty calm and balmy and still.
This time the storm is in us.
To say that it's all fun and music and glamour on a tour is make-believe.
Sometimes it's sore back muscles, bad food and chatty crowds.
And speaking of chatty crowds, I never understand why people pay money to go to a show and then talk while the show is going on.
If you'd really rather hear your friend yapping in your ear about who-know's-what instead of listening to an amazing singer who drove 1,000 miles to sing for you: go to Friday's!
Ok, I feel better now.
Where was I?
3 comments:
ahhh not at Milk Boy anymore toto. Where you can just tell the chatty McChattyertons to hush the hell up!
The same thing happens at Milkboy. It's the people who grow up with the tv on.
Wow...when I was graced with The Sharon Little Band's presence...I couldn't speak...I had chills and drooled a little, but I certainly couldn't speak...oh wait..I did say, "..is that guy playing a box?"
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