Musings

As I began to back up out of the long driveway, we probably hadn’t got more than thirty feet when I looked over at Chris. His pant legs were covered with literally thousands of swarming red ants.

The fellas in Los Straitjackets and I have been discussing “hipster hotels,” “boutique hotels,” whatever you want to call them.

Travis Wammack was one of the greatest guitar players you never heard of. He was a Memphis guy, originally discovered as a child prodigy by Eddie Bond in the 1950s.

Another very long and very productive day in the studio today, making four different music videos with myself and the Whippersnappers!

A few minutes in to my first-ever live performance, a heckler yelled at me: “PLAY STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN!”

I’m going to start a new series on YouTube. I haven’t decided if I’m going to call it “Live from Deke’s House” or “Deke’s House of Music” or what…

I was honored by Geoff Fullerton (the son of George Fullerton, one of the important early Fender guitar guys) to participate in a video interview for his upcoming documentary and book.

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.”