On The Road Again -- July tour DAY 3

Saturday, Denver.

Long drive from Crusted Butt. We stopped for food and gas on the way. I should have known better than to order Pad Thai from a roadside cafe. I should have changed my order when she asked me what kind of sauce I wanted on it. You live, you learn.

I got to link up with an old friend in Denver named Elliot Rado. We've known each other since we were in elementary school. We got to kickit in the green room for a while before the show, and honestly, I'm glad he was there because he and his friend Gavin increased the crowd by 20%. We played the Cervantes Masterpiece Ballroom for the soundguy and bartenders. The highlight for me was most definitely the soul food restaurant across the street.

Recipe for a sleepy performance: start with 2 fried pork chops, add BBQ baked beans with big chunks of brisket in it, and finish with yams (plenty of cinnamon) and unfiltered wheat beer. All the Red Bull did was make me tap my foot.

Our hotel was way across town, and after the show I dropped everybody off and had to go pick up another lock for the trailer, because it got lost in the mix. I found a case of 3 with the same keys, and I'm stashing them in my laptop bag so as to never have to make that 330AM run again. The promoter told Cyril that people didn't know him as a solo artist, and that's why we had a bad turnout. The people in the crowd said they were lucky they heard about it and that it wasn't well advertised. Who should we believe? Well, I won't tell you what to think but let me remind you we had over 3000 people at our show 2 days previous.... I want to go back to Cervantes in the winter time when they have more business, summer is slow for this area.

I almost forgot. HENRY BUTLER came and sat in with us. Holy crap that guy is good. I found him on facebook and told him about the show, and he came, he saw [heard?], and he conquered. He jammed a couple of our tunes, and played the hell out of Tipitina. The intro he made up on the spot for that tune could take a mere mortal years to learn. What a treat. I was nervous having him listening--those are some big ears, I'd hate to leave a bad impression.

If anybody's seen my bass player's left sock, please send it to:

Manolo Yanes
c/o Jimmie Dreams
2410 Aldford Dr.
Austin, TX 78745