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.