waking up in old saint loo.

the last time i was here was almost the last time i was anywhere. i went with a couple over the bridge to a river boat casino to check it out after our set. on the way back the driver lost control of the car and we were headed for the railing of the bridge at about 100 miles an hour. i was trying to imagine what the cold churning waters of the Mississippi river below was going to feel like besides completely black and foreboding.

instead the car did not flip over the sides, it bonked back across to the other side of railings and then back to first side again and we rolled down the down ramp until the car came to a rest all crinkled up like an accordian.

we all walked away completely unhurt.

so here i am again, threatening to stay off the bridge.

the show was another good one for us. but after the show we bolted over to the fox theater to see the 2nd half of the robert plant and alison kraus show there the same night. i saw t-bone was in the band, and also noticed buddy miller. turned out i knew the drummer from an opening for us eons ago and the tour manager from a p.j. harvey tour.

so we mingled a bit afterward and t-bone seemed to recognize me there, which always seems strange. he came back to the bus to visit neko and we all talked a bit. he said he had been following my stuff over the years. how is that possible i asked. he mentioned something about inviting me into something he might be doing and we left it at that. i didn’t give him any number though. it all seemed delightful enough. things that don’t happen unless you are out on the road and happenstance comes into play.