Another Dream Gig.

Y’know, here’s the thing. I don’t even plan these things. They just happen. And when they do, I can’t help but just sit there kind of stunned/in a swirling happy trance, smiling and shaking my head. In October, I played the National Anthem, a bunch of protest songs and quoted Martin Luther King on the Alabama capital steps, in full view of his church, a block away. At twilight, after a gorgeous sunset.

Someone had contacted me by email and asked me if I wanted to play. Uh… yeah. Today the phone rings and it’s the manager of the Fillmore, asking me if I was available tomorrow night for a gig. On the main stage. Opening for Tower of Power.

Suffice it to say, it’s an incredible group of amazing musicians who LAY IT DOWN.

I can’t believe this is happening. In 24 hours, I will have walked off the stage to a sold out crowd at the Fillmore having played 45 minutes of my music. And then watch Tower of Power rock a full house that I opened.

uh…. wtf?

The thing is NONE of this was “planned” and yet, it’s absolutely perfect. I LOVE TOWER OF POWER. I can hardly wait to hear them play. The irony/perfection of opening for them.

Life is one big lucid dream, people.

And so I’m getting a fever and my voice is crackling, runny nose and stuff. My voice is thrashed. Y’know that scratchy sounding flu-season kinda voice? I can’t hit the higher registers of my voice, which is a shame, ’cause I love it up there. At the same time, it feels like the bottom dropped out of my voice yet another octave. If this is how it’s gonna be tomorrow, I’m having to make up new melody lines in baritone. Fun.

Whatev. Tower of Power. Fillmore. sold out. Say it with me.