Greetings from Scottsdale, AZ, Where it’s a cool 103 degrees out. The manicured desert lawns are sprinkled with dew and what’s left of the Colorado River is being mechanically pumped up into the air in the center of a clean, cool, man-made pond.
The last three days were a lot of work, but well worth it. Between Thursday morning and last night at around midnight, I spent literally every waking hour either driving, playing music, loading or unloading my car and trying to squeeze in the time to deal with all the little emergencies life throws at us.
Thursday night at the House of Blues in Las Vegas was wonderful. Huge, raised stage, cool room, great sound. A big thanks to Michael Soli for another great Vegas show.
On Friday morning I hauled ass down to Los Angeles for a show at Witzend in Venice. This was definitely one of the coolest rooms I’ve played and I’ll definitely be back there on my next jaunt through SoCal. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who came out to see me. I know some of you had some long drives to and from the club!
On Saturday morning I rocked and rolled as fast as I could (which turns out to be around 70 mph; the speed limit is actually 75, but if I want to use my AC, I have to keep it around 70) east to Phoenix. The drive east out of San Diego is super cool. Rolling, high desert hills populated with various desert greenery and crops of smooth, mauve-colored rocks standing sentinel. I played at a place called Ground Control in Goodyear (about 30 miles west of Phoenix). Another great show at another great place. I’ll be back here for sure.
Tomorrow I’m headed east, and I’m not stopping until I can’t go any further without a boat or airplane. Tomorrow night I’ll be in Albuquerque, at Vernon’s Black Diamond Lounge. If any of you know folks in NM, send ‘em my way! And tell them I could use a couch to crash on