April 3rd

I didn’t have a gig on this day and i had nowhere in particular to be or do, so I took my time driving back to Nashville. I decided to find a cafe with wi-fi somewhere and sit and figure out what to do next. Again, it was either use Teresa’s open-ended flight home or try and scrape a few gigs together before heading back to California. I decided to go with trying to play more shows and posted on Facebook, asking people for booking help in cities in between Nashville and Denver. Amazingly, people got right on it and within a few days, pick-up shows had come together.

Teresa rallied and got me a pickup gig for April 4th, in Nashville, at an underground collective called Little Hamilton.

Riley, my singer-songwriter buddy in St. Louis, hooked me up with a show on April 6th at an art space there called Lemp Arts Centre and an April 7th show at The Sideshow in Columbia, Missouri.

Ven, another former Sacramento and singer-songwriter pal hooked me up with a basement show in Kansas City on April 8th.

Bob, a longtime old punk rock friend from the old Outhouse/Lawrence, Kansas days booked me at the Booby Trap bar he does sound at, in Topeka.

Damian, my buddy in Colorado Springs, who books at the great Triple Nickel there, scrounged me up a gig, as well.

It had all come together so quickly, I was starting to feel like I was forgetting something,  maybe a show someone else had offered and I say ‘yes’ to already.

These gigs were all last minute and getting the word out about them, meant bombardment bulletins on Facebook and MySpace, at this point. And that’s what we all did, basically. All I needed was to make enough money to get to the next town and If I could get gas money and sell some merch, I would be ok. Not great but ok. Problem about the merch was, I had sent off all my vinyl and most of my CDs so I burned more copies of my Homegrown Series CDs. At $5 a pop, you can’t go wrong with those babies, right?

After a couple of hours of bad coffee (Starbucks) and computer head from staring at the Internet, I took off back to Nashville and Teresa and Sully’s place.

It was nice to be hopeful about something again.