Day 2: Abilene Again

                I performed at Play Faire Park last night. You know, that mini golf course I was telling you about? Its the longest continually operated course in Texas (64 years or something close to that). Did you know that you shouldn't call it "Putt-Putt" unless its an official "Putt-Putt" course. Basically its like how we call tissue "Kleenex" or soda "Coke." FASCINATING.

               Anyway, the show went pretty well. I had these four hooligans plop their lawn chairs right in front of me. They cheered for the entirety of the 3 hr show, gave me a couple of beers, and dropped some change in the *SPIT* jar. I had a good time. I had to push myself to play that long. I'm gonna have to keep writing as I'm out here to beef up my catalogue. A lot of these gigs are three forty five minute sets. I have a little over two...

               The man in charge over at Play Faire is this badass, grey, longhaired, cigarette smoking son of a gun named Doc. He doesn't really like rap. He seems to like Hillary Clinton. I think part of his finger was missing, or maybe curled under. He was really hospitable and we had a pretty good talk. He's worried about his grandkids, and he's pissed that he's leaving them this world. He's a pretty proud dude, in a good way.

               I've realized I have to get better at guitar. Its sort of upsetting. I distract myself by my less than stellar play. I've always leaned on my voice and my writing, but its a total package deal. I guess I've got a lot of time on my hands...