Sleep is over rated so we're on the road to Dallas so we can sing some songs and shake some thongs. I'm feeling better than I have in a while today but would please pull that siren out of my head. This ringing is driving me nuts. After patiently waiting for Junior (note heavy sarcasm) we hit the road again packed in two vans. The boys in production stayed in Temple and the rest of us had the pleasure of sleeping in our own beds. I'm just looking forward to stopping somewhere and grabbing some food. I think it's gonna be Waco today becuase our light man needs to make a pit stop. I know they've got a BBQ joint off the interstate and with three brothers and one big country boy in the car, some meat is about to get consumed. And yes indeed. It was da 'bomb'. Now that I'm fat and full I'm ready to attack the big city of Dallas with pants below my knees and a bucket of vasoline. Who's first? So back to the show. It's at the flight musuem in Dallas, some sort of a benefit.
This is a really cool place. Inside they have jets and planes on display from every era of flight. To be underneath them is pretty astounding.
Check out this cool mustang. The owner was offered $140,000 and he said, "No thank you." It's a nice ride, but for that loot you can get yourself a nice red white and blue house.
Now after another long wait in a sterile dressing room and watching restring his bass, the one with the good tone (as we refer to it) we played a few songs. Suddenly some local reporter came up to MC the evening. Nice guy with a speaking voice not to be denied. After his speech some asshole came and started bitching at production because he said the music was too loud. The dumb ass sat directly in front the speaker and complained about the volume of an iPod playing soft jazz. Normally we'd be more understanding but when you approach us with disrespect your night will only get worst. The best thing all night is when we told the event coordinator her response was for him to "turn his hearing aid off or go sit in the back. We're here to party." A woman after our hearts for sure. We contined waiting for the stage call and it was a late one. We played maybe and hour to an enthusiastic group of people. I will say that the last song of the evening I could really feel that the boys were tired. It didn't have the usual bounce but as much as we've been working Hell, I'm tired too. This is defintely a memorable evening in a really cool venue. Now that is over I'm happy to write that my head ache is gone and we're on the road.
If you've ever wondered what motivates me night after night to play with all my heart, here it is. I'm still eyeing my first private jet. Let a man have a dream people.
Magz
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