It took me ten years to go out and see my old hunting buddy Jason Heil in Southern Oregon. He's a river guide now who runs many of the finest rivers in the west. He can guide you around the wineries too, but we were after wild steelhead. Jason said the run was petering out. But we were in fish all day. Fish and mimosas, that's how they roll. It was great to see some new country and catch up with an old friend.
We missed you the other night at the Jonathan Richman show. No doubt you had to miss it because, after all, it was a school night. But how many more chances to see him will you get? Here's a musician who doesn't perform concerts, but holds "parties". Jonathan and drummer Tommy played their hits and did some improv. Jonathan frequently put his guitar down and picked up shakers. He danced and tried to get the Denverites to party. But we were too uptight, I'm afraid. People don't understand Jonathan Richman in a world where we are constantly offered thirty dollar massages, craft beer, fantasy football. He doesn't quite fit because he freely gives from his heart. He gives so much that it makes the experience awkward. What's the catch? People are waiting for the scam, but there is no scam. It's real. When the show ended, the workers outside were already taking the letters down from the marquee.