atlanta – oct 23
I run into the band LOW at the hotel, me getting off the elevator, them about to get in. we talk and trade off music and some shirts. Sweet folks. Great band. Good omen.
I get on stage by 5 ….off by 5:45…and lucky enough to have victoria show up in time to manage a wobbled “wonder”…me adding the wobble. The set was fun and fine, but funny for me to witness all my usual gizmos not participating due to extent of travel bonk on them.
After which I catch a great buddy miller set. And then participate in some of the Victoria Williams and mark olson set too. some fun.
A fellow named denison is there having played also. Good to see him again. I met him when Richard buckner and me and he were the only American singer songwriters on a rolling festival of Swedish performers last summer.
In the end the fire alarm gets sounded and something burning. we waltz on out of there whilst the fire trucks roll in. a good night after all. I love Georgia. These paste people are sheer delight.
We all head back over to spondivits to feast. A drunk fellow at the bar likes my hat and grabs it. what is with this place and their love for fine headwear ? I yank it back. I am a yank, but Georgia still feels so good on. A beautiful autumnal day will land here tomorrow on our way out. Crisp and cool and sunny and with the tail wind from a distant hurricane, flying golden leaves.
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