Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Killing by Stanely Kubrick

WOW! Man, that was a great flick. Only 3 couples showed up to watch (church?) but this film is ranked #149 of the 250 highest at IMDB. We've been walking down to the Belcourt for these Kubrick films. Though the round trip it is over 4 miles. Because of that, I brought along my camera. Enjoy! (click for larger view, and yes, I'll fix the wacky layout soon)




Saturday, December 6, 2008

Saw this image



David Gray, a photographer related to Reuters, snapped this photo of the moon from Tibet on 4/29/08. Sweet.
Because of the recent night sky phenom (cresent moon+venus+jupiter), the concept of 'earthshine' or how Earth lights up the moon sparked my interest. How big and beautiful Earth must look in the lunar night sky, if how big and beautiful the much smaller moon is to ours. Why don't we have a camera installed on the moon to look back at us? Some day. We can do it much more cheaply with satellites, but they are so...lacking a sense of 'firma', or luna firma.

I may write up something for the directions my work will take me. Interestingly, it may refocus my interests in the Clover basin, NV. With the expertise I see in the office dealing with flood inundation scenarios, I may at last be closing in on my longstanding question about basin integrations between Pleistocene Lakes Ruby and Clover. Wouldn't that be sweet. And to hell with you Steve. It is a good question, with many geomorphic implications for the desert's past.

Below, a shot from photographer Kenji Kawano, who spent most of his career working with the Dine' (Navajo). He's published a few books of photos about the Navajo Code Talkers. I am putting up this photo unless I hear from Mr. Kawano. I'd like to hear from him anyway, though I would hate to get sued trying to share his great photography.



Tom Fannie (Naakaii Dine' é Clan) and Cody Dayish, father and son, Shiprock New Mexico.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Evening Sky tonight

If only it weren't crappy overcast here in Tennessee, I might see something like this, captured in Kathmandu earlier today by Gopal Chitrakar of Reuters. It is cold and even snowed some this a.m.

I start my new job tomorrow. Very exciting indeed. I have been watching several 007 flicks lately in the kitchen, where I nearly finished my projects. I am glad that I moved my tools as things would have been pretty quiet for me without something like this to do. Sure, I had expectations about moving here to see what this music city is all about. I knew that I wasn't going to do it the way that you hear of everyone else who comes here chasing a dream. I traveled around playing music. I liked it. I miss it. I could also see that it was a one way street, destination unknown. Or a destination of being a weary unknown bar musician.

As I traveled around over the last year, I saw and learned things about this country and our world. It is a good thing to be going back to work where some of my talents will be put to good use helping people solve problems. The music is very much alive in me. I am at home with it; I know what I am after and know that it will be a lifetime's pursuit.

So tomorrow begins a new era; an era where I live within my means and use my noggin doing work stuff and less 'what does it all mean' stuff. Of course I have always had a penchant for that kind of inner dialog, and will no doubt carry on, seeking to understand our ever-changing place in time and space. Only now, I will also get a paycheck.



Rad.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Look around



Here's some pictures from a walk today, as well as some earlier ones.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

what a day

Shitty day. 2 of 3 XP machines got a virus. Microsoft released a malicious software removal tool and fixed some big new security threat today. Not quite soon enough. Fooled me, first virus of my own. That is saying something. Masqueraded as a "Windows Update". It killed my Digital Audio Workstation. The data should be safe. Who knows, but I am glad I built a W2k machine up from spare parts this September. It was such a nice little Dell Dimension 4600. I beefed it up with a RAID card, so anyway I was back online.

FOR AN HOUR. Then the cable internet died. I called and searched and called. I even bought a used cable modem from some dude. $35. Long story, not really, just lame.

No internet computer at home, really. This is wireless stolen from some neighbor. Our top floor flat seems to have an advantage. The machine I'm using caught some illness today with the attacks, but it boots. Each reboot, all settings are wiped fresh. Including installed software, like Google Chrome.

At least I am not having to prepare for the next big one like my people in California. Check it. That's all I really wanted to blog about.

Today I hiked 4 miles in the rain and thought of Oregon. Cooked a really nice Steelhead trout from Costco. $10 for half a big 'ol fish. Just can't go wrong. Lemon-garlic baked deal. Very delicious.

Things are coming together, just not very quickly. I'll be posting the good news any comes. Meanwhile, I've been interested in this problem for a while. Thought I'd put up a link so I can find it again: Corn. Or the full scientific article.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Fred Armisen

is hilarious. Of all of the Saturday Night Live cast members I've liked, he's quickly rising to the top.


In his first season, I was in graduate school. The character Fericito, the Venezuelan drummer and entertainer, was always "just keeeding."

This year SNL had Thursday night news segments. Armisen is a convincing and humorous Obama. On the repeat this Saturday, I caught the impression of the CEO of American Outfitters guy. Fred is a natural physical comic. In a news appearance, he appeared before a map board and just riffed for 3 minutes, never really saying anything. Same with the apathetic hippy character who's appearance was to highlight headlines, but he somehow never makes a point or a complete thought.

Anyway, I can still see those characters he's portrayed and that's a mighty powerful comedian. So here I am giving Fred Armisen my personal 'I dig it -- you're funny!' stamp of approval.

Read more about Fred at NBC or his myspace.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Sun

Montgomery Bell state park during the Americana Folk Fest this Saturday.




So much to write about. I guess. So little focus. It has been the week of great fiddlers.





Within 8 days I have seen: Stuart Duncan, Jason Carter, and Casey Driessen. I've been hearing a lot of live music, new (to me) recorded music. I've been really diggin' the source for Robert Johnson's 32-20 blues in Skip James' 22-20 Blues, a powerful piano virtuoso piece.


And on with the show... here are the photographs I took of our sun for about the last year.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Catfish blues

Step 1.Listen to Robert Petway in another window while you read. Right click, "Open Link in new window" or similar. Or listen later if you want.

The Davidson County Library has been a valuable resource (including the location for my early voting). The music collection and the sheer number of interconnected library branches in the county have been great to listen to music. Browse online and pickup a few days later. So, this is my shout out to the library, whatever that means. Word.

That brings me to a book I read about Robert Johnson. Actually about the changing face of blues music in popular culture, it was a good read. The author Elijah Wald is a musician, and thus speaks a certain kind of language. There are a more than a few old blues guys that I haven't got to yet and so I checked out some CDs from the library.

There is a lot going on the world too. I have been looking at a professional realignment for some time and have found clean energy to be very interesting. I have also been looking at water resource issues and the very observable effects of a changing climate system, unbuffered by a cold ocean. At least I think that is the case in the western US. Anyway, much of my extended family out here is experiencing drought conditions in eastern Kentucky and southern Ohio. An interesting paradox since we had all of that flooding and generally shitty weather out here this year. The folks in Morgan county are likely 'out of water' as neighboring Magoffin county. The Licking River is running dry this year. And there's this pesky invasive plant everywhere called kudzu. So right, then this stock market trouble, a record-high unemployment in Tennessee. Things are looking great for me. If I had any wealth, I would have less now. So I am lucky that I don't. Yet if I had any money, I could really drive somewhere with this cheap gas…

I have been turned on my ear listening to Skip James. A masterful guitar player that was unheralded in his time, and refused to join the fray of the 1960's blues/folk revival. The precious recordings heard on this CD are quite simply some of the most interesting music I've heard.


Then I got a compilation CD and stumbled into a track by an even more obscure old blues artist Robert Petway.

Wow.

I keep listening to his Catfish song, over and over and over. I am familiar with this song as played by Hendrix from the Blues compilation, and famously, the Muddy Waters song retitled Rolling Stone. The song that inspired that famous band from England.

So, repeating Step 1. Listen to Robert Petway from 1941. Right click, "Open Link in new window" or similar. "Setting out hooks for me". Read more about the song here.

Monday, October 13, 2008

I made a photo album

Here it is. I'm trying to figure out how to remix these pictures.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

Sorghum Festival, eastern Kentucky

We moved everything on Thursday and on Friday we drove 300 miles to Lexington. We saw comedian Brian Reagan live and in person! As many of you know, Brian really appeals to my sense of the absurd and the humor in daily life. As will happen when you do too many things in too short of time, you make oversights. Like the shift from Central to Eastern time zone. Twenty minutes early was quickly realized as forty minutes late. Sigh. I laughed my ass off anyway. Much of the material was familiar and the new stuff was just as good or better.



In the morning we drove to West Liberty, KY to visit my family who assembles during the Sorghum Festival. It was nice to visit with everyone. I realized the reason I don't go out there more is the solid five hour drive! Family is sure easy to be around. It is really neat to see my great-Aunt Ida Mae doing real well, soon to be 98 years old.

It is the first of the month, the beginning of our first unencumbered time in Nashville.

Enjoy the pictures!

Excuse my mess here, but I am going to write some senseless genealogy so I can sort it out later about my Dad's side.


My father's mother's side, Frances Leota Dale, and therefore me, is descended from Lewis from near Knoxville, TN; Newport in Cocke County. Andrew J. Lewis was born in 1869 in Knoxville to T.G. and Levina Lewis. These great-great-great grandparents of mine were also born in Knoxville. In my family tree, T.G. is the most recent identified immigrant. His parents were English. I don't know if I have this tree right, but interestingly, some notes I have here suggest I have more ancestors from Kentucky, named Ida Stanley Maloney Lewis born in 1876 in Kentucky, had two kids, Dovie and Jim Lewis. She was step mother to 6 Lewis children. She died in 1950. Andrew may have been a step-father to these children Dovie and Jim.
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A few hours later
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This kind of thing always weird me out, but I found a reference for this Ida. She was born today, 9/30/1876, Mt. Vernon, KY!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Americana music awards and moving

We attended the Americana Music Awards show on Thursday. It was my first time to see a show in the Ryman auditorium. Everybody you can think of was there and performed a song. Oh, first, at 5pm, we went to the Douglas Corner Cafe, and watched Casey Driessen open a show. He is really great. I first saw him with Tim O'Brien at the Nugget in Reno back about '04. He's a truly great musician and really fired me up. He had a good drummer and a good upright bassist. The similarity to Casey in size and appearance to my old friend and pedal steel player Adam is remarkable.

So up next was Darrell Scott. It was his CD release project. He played all the material from the album, which is entirely cover tunes. Good stuff. One of the spookiest tunes ever, "The Devil," written by Hoyt Axton, was played with a full band. Hoyt's version is a trippy vocals-and-drums thing. I wonder if it is a "stomp and scream," like Eric Taylor mentioned last year. It was good to be reminded of Paul Simon's "An American Tune" as well.

Well, so then it was off to the Ryman. It was great, though we were in the pews way up there, and I expected the sound to be better. But here's who I remember performing: Robert Plant, Buddy Miller, Jim Lauderdale, Steve Earle, Allison Moorer, Justin Townes Earle, Kevin Welch, Kieran Kane, Levon Helm, Chris Thile, Edgar Meyer, Sam Bush, John Hiatt, Tift Merritt, the Steeldrivers, Joan Baez, and James McMurtry. Yeah, it was a great night of music. So much that we couldn't get ourselves out again this weekend, though there were solo shows all over town from these guys.

The evil pressures of a house full of stuff waiting to be packed and transported to Nashville was heavy on our minds, and we ditched an opportunity to see Glenn Campbell and/or Buddy Miller, and arrived last night to pack and clean. On the way here was an ominous traffic accident involving a U-haul trailer attached to an SUV. Since there are two ways to go, I chose poorly for our state of mind (everyone seemed okay in the wreck). We got to Kentucky and it is going fine. We will be out of here in enough time for me to finish this important job application before it is due. Unfortunately, we're moving into a storage unit. It is a familiar but older way to do these things, and certainly easier than moving across the country in the first place. It gets me thinking about all of the apartments and roommates I had over the years in Chico. There have certainly been other times where I couldn't wait to get out, or had to move under less than good circumstances.

A strange series of coincidences first thing this morning got me on the right foot, and I am always glad to hear from my old friend Gene "Doc" R. He wrote to tell me about the show he saw, the great Tommy Emmanuel. Tommy recently drifted into my consciousness, as a legitimate heir to fingerstylists in country, like Jerry Reed, Chet Atkins and Merle Travis. He is a phenomenally talented musician and took my breath away, drifing in on a slow wireless connection this spring (find some YouTube stuff and see yourself). Before my tour with Hellbound Glory, I met some really neat folks on the plane: David G., Janice Y., and I was seated next to one of the nicest strangers I've ever met, Brian G. Brian is a huge fan of Tommy's and I belive he took lessons from Tommy, or is involved with the fingerstyle festival in Kentucky, Tommyfest. Brian was full of sage sentiments about performing music and made the point how it is worth it; seeing a good show makes you feel so good (so we should all go play those shows). Tommy's show in Chico did some of that I'm sure, and I'm so glad that Chico is able to bring musicians of that caliber.

I'm doing only all right. I injured my left should this summer, perhaps tearing my rotator cuff diving into a pool. So as long as I rest and heating pad, it goes okay. Eventually I can have it looked at. Sigh. Tomorrow is the last big push to pack and clean and we'll load the U-haul Tuesday. Keep the positive thoughts coming our way, it really helps. Just a few more days in this place...

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

On it goes

It has been a year since I moved away. A lot has happened, and yet, well, you know. We've been doing cool stuff, I don't have a job, and our sublease only gets us through the end of October.

Fall is in the air, and a quick trip up to Kentucky was intense. The storms associated with Ike really tore that area up. We were lucky to NOT be one of the 3.7 million without power. Here in Tennessee, there is a shortage of gas, and reports of gas gouging are on the news. I met a woman at the gas station that had never filled a portable gas can, and evidently it was worth it to her to have two gallons of gas sitting somewhere. She asked me where was safe to store it. Two gallons?!

I've directed my job-seeking efforts in a few ways. One of them is a return to the utility industry. That led to a screening of a Nashville filmmaker's project about making a difference called Kilowatt Ours. Seemed like a nice guy. Cool message directly relating what I've seen in Kentucky, coal burning power plants, to coal strip mining in Kentucky. Here in Tennessee, it is refreshing to see so much social/environmental activism all around. We've been meeting a lot of people, and curiously, they have been mostly natives. Seems like a good thing.

9/12/08. Vanderbilt campus. I've been studying karst landforms and processes.

9/13/08. Percy Priest Lake trash cleanup.

Waiting for the boat. I don't know what island we were headed to.

9/13/08. Four Corners Marina.



9/13/08. Small syncline in Ordovician limestones.

9/13/08. Part of the haul from five of us.

9/13/08. From our kitchen window


9/14/08. We went back to Kentucky to start moving the rest. Soy beans from the front yard.

9/14/08. It was mayhem in Owensboro; the sustained winds from Ike thrashed the city. Seemed calm at (old) home.

9/14/08. There are zillions of scattered branches and corn husks, blown off the crop, all over the yard. Can't wait to be done with that place.

Back to the blog.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

I'm a Tennessean!



Yup, it was fairly painless to trade in my Nevada citizenship. It was the day before Nashville's 2002nd birthday. Even my car is now a southerner. Things were cheaper, with registration coming in at 36% of my Nevada registration. Insurance dropped 38% from Kentucky, too. The sales tax rate here of 9.25% is a little rough; maybe it all balances out.

I've been keeping myself very busy during the day and in the evening. Here are some photos! I'm excited about geology again. I hadn't really planned on that.



Oh, and it sure must be confusing to those who have it all figured out: bluegrass and politics shouldn't mix, especially in support of democrats!(note sarcasm) Ralph Stanley endorses Obama here, and here.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Around Nashville this weekend



Here's some photos from this week. I've been hard at the business of finding a job. It is too early to say what direction things will go, but it is clear a steady income is first in line. Then, I hit the acoustic music scene.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Billy Falcon

Life, especially with me and music, is uncanny.

Allow the tale to unfold here before you. I went to a tiny high school, drove an old Camaro that I actually thought was cool. I listened to loud rap music. I had two 15" Kicker brand woofers in my back seat. As high school neared an end, I found myself rejecting rap music, openly questioning my choice and tastes in music. And started to ask what was the music for me. I got back into the Eagles and Steve Miller, and all the once-great-junk that became classic rock radio. (One simply has to turn on the radio anywhere, anytime, to hear a track off of Boston's eponymous album). So anyway, I was listening to KFM93.9, the Chico rock station. And I heard this song.

I dated this beautiful girl who tore my mind apart. But I loved her, and some events that didn't happen caused what needed to happen and we broke up. A lot of times. There was this song...

I graduated from high school in the spring of 1991. And I had this crappy Camaro. With a loud stereo. And this song called Power Windows played on KFM and really got to me. There was all kinds of stuff in it that made me think, like what is a 'statue of Mary', why would anyone have a '69 Dart? Because we had my stepmom's sister's old dead dart in the back field. Not a cool car. At least, not as cool as a '73 Camaro. It was a time and place because at 18, I imagined myself a simple needs kind of guy. And having your gal in your arm 'rumbling down the highway' was something I could dig. The Camaro had no air conditioning.

So I went to Warehouse records and purchased a cassette single. Lucky that the whole record wasn't available yet. I bought just a few of those cassette singles, and I'm sure I have Billy Falcon's Power Windows in storage. The B side was this really interesting music. An acoustic guitar and voice about a guy and a girl and 'all she had on was the radi-oh-boy'. I played it for the girl and I tried to explain, "I like this."

Over one year later, about the fall of 1992, I began to get music on Compact Disc. And there in the racks was an album that caught my eye. Pretty Blue World, by Billy Falcon. I was single. So you might wonder where all of this is going?


About a week ago, I played and sang the two songs from the cassette single from memory. I never really learned them, but they are in there so deep I just played them. Last week. In Kentucky, September 2008. So I'm telling my songwriting girlfriend all about this album, and how it was my first real singer/songwriter album, though it took a lot of years to realize this. Pretty Blue World masquerades as pop music, in the vein of 1990's Bon Jovi. No coincidence really. And if I had bought the album on cassette, it would be unavailable to me in that moment. All I had to do was go to my music server and play the tracks.

As I played Oh Boy and Power Windows, I said, "I wonder what happened to him. I checked him out back in 1997 or 98 when I was getting into songwriters." (But I didn't turn up much about him). So I put it in the computer. The computer playing back the CD versions at that moment. He was playing in Nashville on Thursday. He lives here. He's been here since about the time I wondered what he was up to. He's a hit songwriter.

Three days ago we moved to Nashville. Last night I saw, and met, and listened to Billy Falcon. That was cool. He was good, and gracious and sincere and dedicated Power Windows to me and Debbie.

Some things that shouldn't be forgotten sometimes are. But sometimes things just wait to be rediscovered. Billy Falcon, "I like this."

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Good bye Kentucky. Hello Nashville!



My latest photos.

Ah the big changes. I retrace my life to get comfortable with the inescapable fact that I am a geologist... [blah] sunny day in downtown Nashville.

How does one explain that in 2005, [blah] That my task to understand alluvial fan dynamics as influenced by tectonics and climate in the northern Basin and Range led to an interest in paleoclimate? That I did more work with fundamentals of scarp morphology and degradation than anyone? [blah] Yes, the nature of men is why this world has such problems. Not mankind, but men. But not all men.

I spent many years of my youth in a university. I earned degrees in economics and geology in 6 years. I became an expert in a computer mapping software. I went on to spend 3 years finishing every course for a PhD [blah]. [blah]

Most of my adult life was spent in college. How can this be? Hungry. I'm hungry for knowledge, beauty, and music. [blah] Only a clueless person would write this shit. [big blah] How does one explain [and another big blah] [blah] [bitter blah]

Friday, August 22, 2008

Tour pics, part 3

These are the last of them. Washington DC to Nashville in 4 days. Go take a look.


Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Tour pics, part two

Here they are! These cover from 7/31 to 8/5.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Natural Bridge



Disclaimer: this is one of those stream of consciousness blogs, like those I used to write. If it don't make sense, then it don't make sense.

To get my head clear after the tour, we went camping in eastern Kentucky. There's a state park I wanted to check out. It was a nice trip, but I had a premonition. And so there was terrible unexpected news in my great Aunt's side of the family.
After visiting with her, we toured through Morehead and on down to West Liberty. It is always emotional for me to return to the homeland of my mom's side. Our family was so prominent in the early days of Kentucky. Like so many people, our family history is laced with the changes brought about by migration, frontier life, then world wars and the industrial revolution. These thoughts seem to overtake me each time I've visited. I always feel sad for the death of my great uncle Arthur, and how sad it must've been for them all and how sad death during war is for every family.

A long hike up to the arch, and a beautiful drive through Red River gorge helped clear my head. The indian food in Lexington helped clear my sinuses, and then we returned all the way across Kentucky. The only answer I have as to why I temporarily settled way out here instead of out there, a seemingly more obvious choice, is exactly the lack of those family ties and my connection with them. I really thought I could focus on my songs and my musicianship away from 'it all.' Furthermore, it is probably a good thing that the not-so-nice things I have to say about this part of Kentucky are more about Henderson, Daviess, and Ohio counties and the folks who live here, than about Kentucky in general.

Be that as it may, I am becoming more southern in certain ways and longed to be back here many points along the way on my cross country tour with Hellbound Glory. Eastern Kentucky is a place I will return to many times in the future. For now, I am trying to feel my way to Nashville. It seems as though I am no closer to a foothold in geomorphology or music than when I left Reno. Many things are happening now that defy my understanding but are bolstering my spirit as I set my sights on getting to work.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Natural Bridge

What is it like in Kentucky? Well, it's beautiful.

And the layer of American 'propaganda' is insidious when it is not overt. Call it what you want.



These photos were from a really nice camping trip to celebrate my return after a three week tour with Hellbound Glory. Monday, August 18, 2008. More photos from Natural Bridge in the full album. There's some shots of Morehead, KY, too.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Travel pics

Today I managed to get through the first five days of photos. Here are my pictures!

home again

We had a cool jam session before the boys headed home for Reno. Haven't had too many visitors to our Kentucky home, so that was fun. In the coming weeks I'll try to put up photo sequences. Some of the best photos came from days of lousy shows. Funny that way. For example, Buffalo was one of our most fun shows, but because of that, my camera didn't even get out of the case. Same with Raleigh, NC.

I lost:
2 rechargeable batteries
1 bandana
1 SonyEricson w810 and charger

I broke my iPod and two harmonicas.



Now I have time to figure out all of the wild shit we saw and heard, and regroup for the move to Nashville that I came out here for.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Tonight begins our 4 shows in the south

We're now im north carolina. Hard to believe that last thursday we were in wisconsin. New york was a beautiful state to spend a couple of days in. I got to catch up with my old friend orion from high school in brooklyn. That show was like playing back home at davidson's on a tuesday. Afterwards we escaped NYC down the jersey turnpike and stayed at a nice place called Lums Pond in delaware. We got to d.c. At about 5 yesterday and had time to walk all around the memorials and such. I have taken 812 pictures so far! But my time is rapidly coming to an end with 4 shows remaining. The show im d.c. Was not well attended even though there were 4 bands. Billy woodward put on a good show, but only he stuck around for our set. There was a duo from oxford mississippi. Something about a kick drum of death. Anyway, this kid john had Adam Gussow for an american studies class. Small world since that guy's you tube lessons helped of a lot; i'm even 'featured' on it for a few songs on this trip. Which is a very cool. People seem to dig my harp playing. In the future i'll have an amp just for harp.
Well, it's good to be back in the south. Though i've had my trials in kentucky, yet the south is my home now. I look forward to getting things going with work and music when i am off tour. I met so many folks to follow up with and over all, i've been getting much needed validation about my musicianship.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Multimedia message

While driving south of syracuse, i spotted a sign for the new york state country music museum and rv park. So we bought a bottle of jameson and proceeded to have a rowdy evening off. We were running through the woods without lights. The crazy stories we've heard, the cool and strange people have really made things interesting. We play in brooklyn tonight. I'm excited to get back to the south. Our nashville gig has a change of venue. Details soon.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Off to cleveland

We're now headed to cleveland. Being on the road is tough because every night is a new crowd, often unfriendly or small. I've been playing harp on a couple songs; sounds pretty good. I'm hanging in and the band gets tighter every show. It's fun to do it in fast forward by playing every night. I like seeing the country, but the way this outfit goes, we spend a lot of time in parking lots.

Friday, August 1, 2008

Detroit

We made it to detroit. Pretty haggard. Opted for all night driving beating chicago traffic. I haven't slept for shi t. We're all doing fine.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Picadoor

10 miles to Adiar, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Adair, IA. We stopped for gas and lunch. America.
Adair America, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Pop vs. Soda equals work versus hippies. Who knew?
Pop vs. Soda equals work versus hippies, Adair, IA,Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
It Happens, Adair, IA, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Wildflowers, Adair, IA, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08

Butterfly, Adair, IA, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City was very cool, but the recent catastrophic flooding had put a damper on the night life or town's mood.
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Hotel Jefferson.
Hotel Jefferson, Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Old Press-Citizen newspaper building.
Art deco bas relief, Old Press-Citizen newspaper building, Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
The Picadoor. A few more folks than this showed up.
The Picadoor, Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Capitol Building, Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08
Iowa City, Andrew D. Barron©7/29/08

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