Musings

Last night I played in Oviedo, the capital of the Asturias region. I pulled up to the club, and there were several guys waiting there for me to sign autographs and take photos. Real life super fans!

Bilbao is such an incredible city! I have been very fortunate to play here seven or eight times in my career.

I grew up in Missouri around a LOT of these 2nd Amendment “Don’t Tread on Me” guys.

Bosch painted things that were so absurd and surreal—in the late 1400s and early 1500s, mind you—he sort of predated Mad Magazine and underground comic books by more than five hundred years.

Deke Dickerson, made insane by rock ’n’ roll, hillbilly, doo-wop, surf, and garage music, becomes Deke Quixote Dickerson of La Mancha Los Angeles and sets off to save the world!

These are fascinating records, I can’t begin to imagine the record cutting craft (and nerves/balls of steel) it took to cut multiple parallel/concentric grooves on one side of a record.

You will rarely hear me wax poetic about 1970s rock music. But when I lean in that direction, I almost always put on Exile on Main Street by the Rolling Stones.

I photographed his very cool customized 1960s Mosrite guitar for the Mosrite book. The jury is still out trying to determine who and what and where the modifications were done to this guitar…

Finally got a bunch of framed autographed albums on the wall. All of the autographs were obtained personally by me, and of course my mind wandered all evening.