Not Too Early For The Weekend....
I am going to get a jump on the weekend here, and also give those of you in Minneapolis a heads up about the fun. Tomorrow promises to be rather hectic and by the time I get home, my brain will be mush. (That would be Today, for those of you Fiends reading this with morning coffee and tea. As in Thursday.)
Boss is nipping off to the UK for that part of the Graveyard Tour, (and we will want some inside scoop, as it were from anyone who gets to one of the events.) Boss nipping off means a fair amount of Assistanting, so instead of coming home and posting something like : "Boss Gone Brain Mush Leopard Hiding" I thought we could, one hopes anyway, be interesting tonight.
Paul and I are playing at Charlie's in Stillwater, MN on Friday and Saturday, 7:30 to 11:30. On Friday night, and maybe Saturday, we will have Dylan Hatch sitting in with us, which always makes for a really, really good show. Dylan is am amazing drummer, and an even more amazing singer, adding harmonies on the fly.
I generally hate people who can add amazing harmonies on the fly because I cannot do it myself, but in this case I am making an exception, even if he is another guy. (A women can work with ONE guy on stage just fine, but when you add more than one, they, I don't know, LINK or something and trouble comes of it.)
They are worth it tho. Trust me. These guys anyway.
I also hear some Fiends are getting together and coming down, tho I don't recall which night. Any other lurking Fiends out there,you would be very welcome at this party as well!
Here is some wonderful news that was accompanied by a detailed report of the Jungle Loves first week, complete with pictures...I think I will let them tell the story, they are obviously SO happy.
Happy, aren't we?
And now for the Leopard Report:
He ate his steak today, and put his toy that I play with in front of him in his empty food dish. He was under his blanket on the ottoman again, and I lifted it, and did not get a feeling we were having a nice game of peek-a-boo, which was re-enforced by the low growl. I gently lobbed a bit of steak at him, and covered him back up, cleaned the boxes and talked a bit and left.
Thanks for all the name ideas, we will figure it out. Or he will tell us.
Time. Lots of time.
Love and Music,