Okay...I've tried to re-charge as much as I could creatively. It's time to crash into the next single (this will be number 9). I have only a hazy idea of where this one will go.
I was over in West Virginia all day long today. There was no way that I was going to make the long drive home, grab something to eat really quickly and then jump back into the car and drive an hour to Charlottesville to practice with Johnny, Aaron, and Billy. And, I'll be honest with you guys ('cause I'm almost always honest with you guys), I'm starting to wonder if I can hack driving in my fifteen year-old car across a mountain an hour both ways to practice anymore. Back in 2005? Yeah. 2016? I just don't know.
Anyway, I spent the evening with my wife watching my younger grandson play a Little League game. He made three nice defensive plays and had three hits in three at-bats.
Skip Spence was born on this day back in 1944. He was semi-important in my musical education. Skip died April 16, 1999. I remember that day. It was a sad one. I remember that year. It was also a sad one.