Rattlebrained

When we passed into France yesterday, the customs officer looked into the car and could see that it was filled with bizarre stuff like cymbals, drums and guitars. Anything to declare? Dave says: “No, not at all, we’re going to play a concert at the bistrot in Crouzet-Migette this evening”.
“You know where Crouzet-Migette is?” he asked…

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You know the feeling, you look forever for something that is right in front of you…
Yet much worse is finding something great that you never though of looking for. Right, hit your head on the wall…
But it could be worse, it always can, trust me, you may have never ever found it.
What??
Honey, Where Have You Been So Long? A great pre-war blues blog stumbled on by mistake good karma! Don’t waste your time here…, get on over there!

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Just been going through my sketchbook, here’s a drawing done with my brush pen. It’s a detail of the view from where I was staying in San Francisco last month.

Not entirely sure, but I think it’s the steep bit of Divisadero St. near Buena Vista Park (as seen from a few block away).

Last Saturdays concert was so-so, not much of a public. Apparently two other nearby inns/restaurants had organized concerts for the same evening. I have no complaint, I got food and board, and some good hands on practice. At least the concert ended better than it had started, we had eaten a bit late and did the first part of the evening between the cheese course and desert. To say the first few songs where heavy, overeaten with too much wine would be an understatement.

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Jet lag is a weird thing, never hits you the same way twice. I tried to beat it with daily walks in the sun and that seemed to work until yesterday when it hit me flat in the face. This was a bit of a nuisance as I had accepted to go practice with another band that Dave plays with. In order to join them in a concert next Saturday evening at the Auberge du Pont du Diable (Devil’s Bridge Inn). I faded in and out all through the afternoon, but amazingly enough, my hand seemed to know the songs better than my brain, so it all work out and response was good.

So if you happen anywhere near Crouzet-Migette in the Jura Mountains, come on over on March 31st: the concert starts at 9:30pm.

As it turned out, I wasn’t in much of a touristy mood yesterday because I had just discovered that one of my friends had passed away last year, and that I wasn’t aware of it. I was planning on visiting but when the email bounced I felt something was amiss.

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