Day 3 of 3.

I got a wake up call at somewhere between 1 and 1:30. I almost never wake up after noon so this threw me for a loop and left me feeling groggy the entire day. In a frenzy I jumped in the van and we went to some chicken wing place in a strip mall to eat lunch with my good friends and hosts for the two days Brian and Amber. If you aren't in the know the majority of Huston is a strip mall or a car dealership. The restaurant was a trip but fortunately enough they did have veggie burgers. The venue we played at was the Last Concert Cafe and is definitely a diamond in the rough. We've played there a bunch of times and the shows always have potential to be amazing shows. To our disadvantage however it almost always rains whenever we play Huston. This was another one of those nights. After the show Manny quickly threw on his friend hat and started celebrating to our chants of happy birthday. The night ended beautifully by spending quality time with my closest friends. Anyway enough with the sap. I'll conclude this journal entry with a Carl Jung quote I read earlier tonight.

"No one has any obligations to a concept; that is what is so agreeable about conceptuality it promises protection from experience. The Spirit does not dwell in concepts, but in deeds and in facts. Woards butter no parsnips; nevertheless, this futile procedure is repeated ad infinitum." From Memories, Dreams, Reflections by C. G. Jung.

Day 2 of 3.

The day started off with everyone waking up randomly at the exact same time in the hotel room before noon. We loaded up the van and started our trek towards Bryan, Texas. It was a slow start with way to many stops at a Mexican restaurant, Dollar General to get Oreo's and socks, then a gas station. The coffee smelled awful so I opted for some caffeinated high fructose corn syrup fizz drink. Finally we started to make some progress and drove a good three or four hours without stopping. I had never been on highway 77 and 21 in the daylight. It was a pleasant change of scenary from the run down towns and plains near Corpus Christi. There's really nothing like the central Texas hillcountry. Its like a fusion of the hills in North Carolina and the African savannas.
We got to Bryan with plenty of time to hangout and have a couple beers. We enjoyed a round of Guiness with esspresso and raw sugar. The venue we played was the Revolution Cafe which is always a good time. The stage was set up out in the little court yard outside but by the end of the night we were playing acoustic by the bar drinking shots and being merry.
The drive home was out of control. At one point we pulled over to take a pee brake because all of us other than Manny (band manager/van driver) were very wasted by this point. Me and Dave jumped out and landed in a creek were we offered our contribution to the Earth. Then two minutes down the road Jesse (bass) and Pickles (fiddle) both woke up complaining that they too had a to pee. They apparently were passed out and didn't even notice that we had just made a pee stop so Jesse ended up peeing in a bottle then shoving the warm bottle in Pickles face as a means of persuading him to fill the rest of the bottle up. Pickles decided to hold it until we reached out destination.
When we finally arrived at Bryan and Ambers house we walked inside to find a bunch of snacks waiting for us on the counter. Amber really is the hostes with the mostest! The rest of the night consisted of passing a bottle of Evan Williams around and some serious jamming until 5 A.M. I should really go practice now but I will finish this later.

Cheers

Day 1 of 3 on the road.

Green Mountain Grass is back out on the road playing a bunch of shows for the next few weeks. We left Austin yesterday a little after 3. It felt good to be back in the familiar seat I spent so much time in last summer. After picking up Jesse we headed on south on I 35 towards Porkus Chrispy (Corpus Christi). The drive included a good nap and some serious boy talk. We learned a special secret about Pickles (fiddle) and D Mo (Cello) that I am not really at liberty to say. We got to Dr. Rockits with plenty of time to set up and drink a couple of beers. The crowd was into it and the energy was high. By the end of the night Dave (mandolin) earned himself the nickname Jonny Cockring. He also become one of the few honorary Green Mountain Grass attorneys. After the show we went for the ritual of loading out, talking to some Corpus crack heads, and walking down to the orginal Whataburger to eat a victory meal. I'm now sitting in Bryan, Texas about to do a sound check so I shall continue this later.

Cheers.