Slogging and blogging

Whew!  Back from the Delbert Sandy Beaches (there's a beach?!) Cruise.  Burned the candle at both ends and the middle.  Teresa James overwhelms with her voice and her grooves; Fred Eaglesmith makes you laugh, then cry; Paul Thorne makes you laugh, then rock; Raul Malo makes you swoon; Cyril Neville, Tab Benoit and Wayne Toups hit me right where I live and make "happy feet"; Jimmy Hall and Mike Farris inspire; Seth Walker swings.  And more:  Mingo Fishtrap, Doyle and Debbie, songwriters, Pianorama, Big Joe, Nick Connolly.  Delbert rules over all.  Peter and Jane dance every dance.  Linda and Jim, too, and their granddaughter Sarah is the Sweetheart of the Whole Dang Rodeo.  You must do this!

You know what’s harder than packing?  Unpacking!  Packing is grab and stuff.  Unpacking is sorting and washing and hanging and feeling silly for taking all that stuff you didn’t need.

The best meal of the week:  Thai food in West Bay, Roatan, Honduras.  Go figure.

We loved our gig Sunday night at Skipper’s Smokehouse in Tampa.  What a great joint and a great crowd.  Many thanks to Patty’s (wonderful) Pod for coming out and bringing the giantest (?) grapefruit I’ve ever seen.  Many more thanks to everybody who came and danced the night away.

Thanks also to Beth McKee who opened for us at the Plaza Theater in Orlando.  She’s terrific, plays piano, and has a whole new album of Bobby Charles songs.  It was ironic that a few days after that show, we got the news that Bobby had passed away.  His health had not been good for a long time but he was still writing and had completed a new album which I look forward to hearing.  We’ll miss our friend and his beautiful creative spirit.

I lost my Blackberry between the boat and the airport on Sunday so if you expected to hear from me and didn’t, that could be why.  My personally unheeded advice:  go sync your phone database with your computer.  Right now.  And maybe you should think about insurance.  Duh.

More when there is any.

Marcia