Musings

I thought to myself, what about a David Lynch meets The Cramps version of Chet Baker’s “My Funny Valentine,” with a video of yours truly delivering Valentine’s Day gifts to the Alley Fig Tree?

After three weeks here in Spain, I can understand most of the conversations. Much deliberation about olive oil takes place. The bartender pours out a small sample of the really good stuff, and hands us some small pieces of bread.

We stopped in the region of La Mancha to visit Marcos Elvis Elvis, La Mancha’s very own Elvis Presley tribute artist. He and his wife Mony welcomed us into their very own “Graceland.”

I bought an Ecce Homo mug at the gift shop. The woman running the museum commented, “Coffee tastes better when you drink from it.” Indeed.

I began to notice lots of different birds—geese, ducks, pigeons—and then I came up on several intricately colored peacocks. Whoa!

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!