Iíve always considered myself very fortunate to be able to actually make a living doing what I love. To sing and play music with my friends and share it with others around the world is something many dream about but few get to experience. My heartfelt thanks to all of you that have supported my music through the years and made this dream possible.


From Red Rocks in Denver to Newfoundland and Fenway Park, touring and playing music is still the best paid vacation in the world.........


Every once in a while you get that "perfect tour" which is what it was like to for us to play about 20 dates with Willie Nelson and Family this year.

We started in Toronto Canada and worked our way east to Newfoundland until we could go no farther. N.F. is still a beautifully wild and mostly uninhabited part of Canada. It's the only place I've ever been where you set you watch ahead one half hour (4 1/2 hours ahead of PST).  Thanks to our friends at the local airline who canceled our flight, we got to see a lot of the country as we drove from the western city of Cornerbrook to Gandor to catch a plane into St. John's.

Having a chance to play golf with Willie and the boys was a great way to spend a day off. Willie's twosome was smoking as they made birdie after birdie while Jeff and I took our beating like men.  Our high old time on the course must of had an adverse effect on Jeff and I as evidenced by these "before" and "after" photos sent to me by Willie's
road manager.

 Before golf....

After golf.....

As the summer went on we played other shows with Willie in Ft. Worth for the annual 4th of July Picnic, where I got to see and hang with one of my early heroes Leon Russell; Red Rocks in Denver, which is still the best sounding venue on the planet; Carl's Corner Texas, the home of Willie's Bio Diesel enterprise and Boston where we got to visit the hallowed fields of Fenway Park.


Thanks to our friend Larry Cancro, who runs Fenway Park, we were able to get the ultimate tour and catch a Red Sox game. This included a trip behind the old scoreboard at the Green Monster, where we added our signatures to those of ages past on the concrete walls, a chance to hold the World Series Trophy, try on the Championship Ring and watch the Sox win one. My son Sean, who is a big baseball fan, was able to join me for the game. For an ex-Little Leaguer and an ex-coach it was a special day.

"Behind the Scoreboard with Larry" 

"The Trophy" photo

Of course the only down side to all of this traveling is those pesky old plane rides. I've seen people have to give up their dangerous and frightening shoe gel inserts. I just finished reading a great book "Water for Elephants" which I highly recommend. It's a miracle they didn't confiscate that since it has a liquid in the title.

As I fly, my mind wanders and I've come up with a few fun things to do when the trip gets too boring.

1. Have a cocktail. Stand in the back of the plane near the bathrooms.  When someone asks if you are next, inform them that you are an Air Marshall keeping an eye on the passengers.  If they ask for I.D. you must refuse, citing the "National Air Marshall's Flight Secrecy Act of
2001. Show them you mean business by ordering them back to their seat if the line for the bathroom gets too long.

2. Be the first flier in your row to finish a Su Doku puzzle in less than one minute. Who cares if the entries are correct. No one can really see them anyway. Celebrate your geniusness with a few cocktails then hand out unsolicited, confusing advice to your fellow passengers on "How to kick butt in Su Doku".

3. Have a cocktail. Put your headphones on but don't plug them in.  Laugh wildly at all the wrong times during the movie. When its over, demand that the flight attendant return your head phone charge because the movie made no sense.

Be careful of this common travel problem.  You board a 13 hour international flight. You put your passport in your shirt pocket so it will be handy when you arrive to clear customs.  During the 10th hour of the flight you awaken in a daze and rush back to the bathroom. When you've finished your business you lean over to flush, your passport falls from your pocket and spirals down the drain as while you are deciding if that blue stuff in the toilet is as toxic as it looks. When the flight lands, proceed directly to customs, tell them your story and make plans to spend a lot of time at the concession stands (ala Tom Hanks in the movie The Terminal) while they sort out the mess you are in.

For those of you who came out to the shows this year, it was a pleasure to play for you again and say hi from time to time. 

Thanks for your support.

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