5/4/13

Saturday night in Dallas, the big D. There were Gringos up there...

Hickoids made the drive separately. Smitty, Tom and Davy went up early in the freak to pick up some LPs from the Dallas pressing plant. Lance and I drove up later. Our time was filled with kolache and coffee.

We made it to Bryan Street Tavern in enough time for Tom to bully us into ordering our free pizza (apparently the Thai food he had three hours earlier wasn't holding him over). We ate and Graceland got up to play. They had a nice set, but they got into a little argument in the middle. Having been in SEVERAL bands that fought onstage (sometimes with fists) it was nice to see someone else do it.

We were next. I was sloppy and a little out of it. The two shows the night before, four hours of sleep, eight hours of work and a three and a half hour drive was knocking the crap out of me. Folks seemed happy with the show. I used Tubb's Orange rig and it's making me think about replacing mine. I am a gear whore.

Gringos go on playing the classics. They were kicking ass and I start dragging it. Lance and I head back to Austin early (lame, but needed). More kolache on the way home to

sleep...

My Superpower

It's become apparent to me it's time to talk about something I've been keeping under wraps for a while now.

It's my superpower. You may laugh, but I have one and it's real. It's not some overblown glorified superpower like flying, invisibility, or a prehensile tail, but it's mine.

I can sleep anywhere.

Across a bench seat in a van, squeezed between two fat people on a plane, backstage. The list goes on...
The easiest way to make it happen it to have a hoodie pulled over my eyes and covered up in a blanket. I've pulled this pose in more back alleys and crappy no-tel parking lots than I can count. If it's a couple of hours before showtime and I just ate, I'll be in the van.

Occasionally I'll whip out a "my superpower" story to mix things up but I figured a little background info was needed first.