Blogs: Author Archive

We’re somewhere in the state of Washington. It’s not important exactly where; no, the important thing is that Jerry Sprinter is heading east: home. With Jerry tilted in this direction many thoughts come over me. But first, Jarrod and I witnessed one of the most beautiful interactions between men. Shades was driving and asked...
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We’ve just loaded into the East End in Portland and the group has scattered. Shades mentioned getting lost with a friend of his, and I am not sure on the other’s whereabouts (nor do I really care). With almost three weeks into this leg, quiet time is a priority. After the great Red Rocks...
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It’s early. As usual, the only one to be awake before me is Shades. We’re in LA, and he’s run off to check on some things he’s left here. That isn’t some cover for a drug run, the man actually has stuff here. I have no idea what, but, you know, the man and...
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Jamming with the Peacekeepers We woke up Tuesday morning after the St. Louis gig at the Schwab manor and made our way to the next gig with Tenacious D: Kansas City. The last time The Sights played Kansas City was on our first tour in 2000 when gas was something ridiculously affordable, like 90...
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They’re gonna hang your picture, up there on that wall… We’re driving through Missouri on our way to Kansas City for tonight’s gig with Tenacious D. We’re passing a beautiful countryside and Ronnie Lane‘s first solo record is our soundtrack–it’s a perfect cocktail for the afternoon. We played Tulsa with the D at the...
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Mr. Late Plate… Here I am, looking out the window in the catering room backstage at the Brady Theater in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The band Live is playing on the local rock radio station and it brings to mind our old manager– he used to manage Live. I have lost touch with him, but he...
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Megadeth and the Russian Winter… I just cut my right foot loading in to the Austin Music Hall. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a little bloody. The venue is very clean, newish almost, but the soap that dispensed backstage was the weirdest shade of brown I’ve ever let drop into my hands. It smelled...
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I Got me a Rock ‘n’ Roll Nurse… We arrived in Memphis at the Hi-Tone early and loaded in. After gorging on an excellent pizza on the house Kyle, Dean, Shades, and I went over to Jack Yarber‘s a few blocks away. Jack is a Memphis institution– the Oblivians, Compulsive Gamblers, Cool Jerks and whatever...
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Lick on, Levon… Today  is Wednesday, and as Exile on Main Street is coming through the speakers of Jerry Sprinter, it feels like a good time to write. What doesn’t feel so nice is the lack of A/C in Jerry (the rear is out and the front alone won’t do the trick). We’ve toured...
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The Ol’ Switchero… The start of the third leg with Tenacious D has me in a bed by myself, alone in a room. That is highly unusual. What is the norm is bumping into five other dudes in cramped quarters, trying to shut out their potty mouths and overall immaturity (which I am a...
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