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October 28, 2009 Eastward, Passing Ghosts

Approaching high desert! Flagstaff, Arizona was a cute little villa a la Missoula or Asheville and I liked it immediately. I admit I have some magnetism towards the small hippie cities. Played a brewery across from the train station in the heart of town, on the patio outside. It was an absolutely gorgeous autumnal day and my first set went by peacefully with the wind blowing by- definitely a good number of appreciative and relaxed head-nodding from the rotating audience who joined me outside.

My second, louder set followed, which could not help but to be enlightened by a peculiar event initiated by a stranger between sets. The people you meet on tour! The rest of the day I felt positively haunted. I walked around town with a purpose but no destination.

The Albuquerque and Austin shows were both cancelled- unfortunately out of my control. I especially wanted to test out Austin in lieu of SXSW 2010 which I am considering making an appearance at, but alas I had to settle for traversing these cities as a frugal tourist.

So much driving. Thousands of miles in one week. Texas is truly torture to drive through, especially alone. Therefore New Orleans came as a huge relief. I played the Circle Bar with Damien Louviere. ‘Twas a Monday night, so a small crowd, but the ones who were there loved our sets and we sold them CDs and accepted their offers for drinks. Yes, please.

Afterwards Damien showed me around the city and within an hour of reaching the French Quarter, I had visions of moving to Louisiana. What a graceful, flowing, musical city.

More driving. The landscape was getting quite familiar by now. Back in the East for sure. Green hills turned to mountains and I was in Knoxville for a mixed bag of entertainment at the Pilot Light. Some failed comedy from the openers (Sir Mix A Lot covers, really?) so I felt confident in following up. Had a few drinks before the show and ended up playing one of the best shows of the tour- totally reckless and right on. Poised, perched, swinging guitars round my neck and vocals aimed at the heavens. It was loud, it was volumatic! Volumous! (I want to make more synonyms for loud). I was ready to go home with this show under my belt.

Took the long way back to Asheville through the Smokies and the Blue Ridge Parkway. The foliage is perfect right now. After so long, so weird/nice to be home.

The final show at Modaddy’s was pretty great. Lots of people came out and I registered the event at to coincide with the International Day of Climate Action. Donated a bit of my door proceeds to NC Warn. One more time through these songs and I could safely say I was ready to retire for a little while…

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