When I’m 64……
I’m sitting at the bar at Pappy and Harriet’s treating myself to a full breakfast: Creamy egg yolks soak into the sourdough toast, deliciously greasy bacon strips nap upon a bed of fried potatoes. I dig in with only the slightest pang of guilt, consoling myself with the fact that tomorrow it will be back…
The Fly-In II: Chicago
No matter what time we get off stage, it is always seems to be 3 a.m. when we get back to the motel.Late night set? Matinee at 4 pm? No matter. They like to push the set times back on these out of towners, sensibly trying to time the last song with last call, keep…
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