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May
9th, 2004 - Reporting from Cuba, MO. Almost halfway across the state!
Got away early this morning (or tried to at least). Mother's day
in the hotel café was slammed and we ended up with our usual
late getaway. No biggie though, no gigs to rush off to. Happy Mom's
Day to all.
Hey
we made the front page of the Springfield paper, the
State Journal Register
above the fold. A picture of Dan aka
Cozy Dog carrying his bass into the Friday night hit and there
was a long story about us
wow. I'll bet it's online: www.sj-r.com
The headline: COWboy beBOP
Took the historic route, Pammy rode in the biggest horse carriage
in the world with a larger than life Abe Lincoln ( I know that
sounds redundant, but check out the photo). Found patches of roadway
decrepit with neglect, and a few burgs and establishments that
had endured the same, yet, the ghosts still talk to you as you
pass by.
Walked across the Chain of Rocks Bridge, over the Mississippi,
it is a really big bridge over a big river, the old route 66 bridge,
not for cars anymore. We walked for about twenty minutes before
we even saw water. There are these old turrets in the river, be
a tough commute after a late gig and a few cocktails. Saw the
skyline of St. Louis in the distance, the gateway arch framing
the east side of the city. Felt like we had made that westward
turn that so many before us have taken, on the very same cement.
Decided to blast through St. Louis w/o stopping, the open road
seemed to call, too many friends and places there, it might have
been like Springfield, and we got to get back home eventually.
See it another time, that's the St. Louis blues.
Ate this frozen custard that is served in a style called concrete
(and I didn't make this up, although I wish I had) and frankly
it kinda felt that way in my stomach, especially on a hot day-was
in the 90s today, muggy too-and sitting for hours down like we
had been.
Wound our way into the heartland of Missouri, everything is a
brilliant deep shade of green, gently rolling terrain, wooded
forests, horse and cow pastures, very picturesque and inviting.
Ended up at Meramec Caverns, took the tour. Big cave, but believe
me, until you have experienced Kate Smith belting out God Bless
America as our flag is projected onto a 70-million year-old stalagmite,
you haven't lived. It was the kind of act that is really hard
to follow, so we decided to take the rest of the day off.
Only one thing left to do, that's right, Cozy Dog's favorite-and
lately, only-pastime
greezing. We stopped into the Missouri
Hick Bar-B-Que (I didn't make that up either, I promise) and CD
ordered the full slab. They took a picture-so did we, it's on
the pix page-to put him on the wall of fame for making the whole
way through a full slab of ribs. They are optimists around here,
they take the picture when the order arrives (I guess it's a sly
type of psychic extortion). He almost didn't make it, but saved
the day by walking to the counter to get the take-out box. I guess
the reshuffling or exercise opened up some space and he gorged
and lumbered across the finish line
way to go Cozy Dog! Had
to get him a room to sleep it off, see y'all tomorrow, I promise
we'll get back to work
maybe.
Quote of the day:
"It's not the heat, it's the humility!" Big Chief Mike
McKinley, waxing poetic."
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