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Great night at the Outland! Cow Bop hit its stride, a great
crowd—chock full of guitar players—my favorite kind
of people. Thanks to Bob Reynolds, and old school pal of Peter Coyote,
we were set up and had a blast, we’ll be back here, you can
bet on it!
The day started with a departure from St. Louis and a visit to
Mel Bay, music publisher. Who hasn’t learned from Mel Bay
Book I? Corey Christiansen—one of the finest jazz guitarists
in the world—gave us a tour of the plant where they take
a book through the entire publishing process, I’ll never
look at a book quite the same way again. They had my book right
outside Bill Bay’s—Mel’s son—office, now
they could have done that for my benefit, but we arrived without
word…thanks guys, I hope the book has helped out a lot of
aspiring players. It’s all about the music, just like the
reason we are here in the first place!!
Then we departed and set on a drive through the Ozarks, hilly
green Missouri splendor, on the old road, felt like we could have
been riding alongside Bonnie & Clyde, chugging along through
dips and gullies as the cars sped by on nearby Interstate 44.
I prefer it the old way…but you can probably tell that from
my playing. Then a typical repast, the Missouri Hick, Q that was
tasty, melts in your mouth and lays you back like a Dexter Gordon
solo….mmmm hmmmm.
The road is cut deep in stone, here through the Devil’s
Elbow region, chiseled out like a quarry, and the pavement is
buckled and long forgotten, soulful and full of stories, waiting
to be discovered. I suggest it.
Back to Springfield, a great group of kids and adults, teachers
form the college, John in particular, they made us welcome and
feel appreciated and it was a club with perfect vibes and sound.
Ran into a couple of western swingers from Branson, Vegas of the
Ozarks, they were cool cats and I know they were pickers that
could take care of biz… speaking of Branson, Dave’s
girl Carolyn was on her way to Branson with her group, Daughters
of the Purple Sage, and we got a chance to say hey as they headed
south to their gig…now what’s the chance of that working
out? Just another example of 66 magic, only there for those of
us who are willing to let it happen, which comes to think of it,
is the secret of swingin and music.
With that, I think I’ll swing into this steak that Bob
just made and head for the rack, got a big day tomorrow, we get
through Missouri, bite off a corner of Kansas and head to Tulsa…
Take me Back to Tulsa… swing on y’all.
A gentle reminder: We are doing
this to support JazzMasters Workshop, a no charge music-mentoring
programs for kids. Please consider a per mile pledge, we’d
appreciate it. You can do it right from this site! Thanks.
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