Naturally, I’ve been eating the best tex-mex food of my life in Texas. Here’s one of the rare occasions where my plate wasn’t full of beans, rice and meat wrapped in something: Bavarian smoked pork chop with potato pancake and sausages. They know their way around meat down here…
I like our espresso joint’s pecking order: firearm notice and the pope are a couple slots below James Brown.
The rider of this rig looks exactly how you think he does. I’m not sure who’s more out of place down here: my vegetarian bandmate or beardless me.
The vocal setup. Trying out mics to see which one likes my voice the most.
Rosin for my vocal bow.
The only guitar I play on the entire record.
The Neumann U48 that likes my voice the most. Previously serenaded by SRV and Albert King among other giants…
Years of preparation come down to a couple moments of execution with no second chances.
