Pagosa Springs; still no new pictures. So freakin sue me, huh?

Today was spent pretty chilly; went for a hike up a nearby mountain, which was beautiful, but proved to be right underneath the flight path for gliders being towed up to altitude before being released from their tow lines. A rather majestic, though noisy, sight.

After that, rolled up to Pagosa Springs, where i would be playing at Kip's Bar and Grill, out on there patio. When I walked into the place, I was dumbfounded to discover that they were playing Todd Snider over the bar stereo. Fuckin crazy. Once again, good music at a bar I'd be playing at shortly, and once again it was the cook who got to choose it. Crazy; a trend I've not noticed anywhere else, that restaurants would let the cooks choose the tunes. Rather cool. Oh, this requires that I mention that at the Balcony, last night, Uncle Tupelo was playing over the house stereo when I got there; and during my set break, Wilco (Sky Blue Sky) got played - at the hands of, yes, the cook. Awesome. In both cases I gave them copies of my latest under the 1) assumption that, liking music I like, maybe they might perhaps like my music, too, and 2) hope that they might play it at the venue, should 1 pan out to be true.

The gig was awesome. People were receptive, responsive, and great. I love crowds in Colorado. Ended up getting asked to play a house party on Monday; actually, they were looking to have me do something tomorrow or Sunday, but I've got shows to play, and so the only possible date was Monday. Turns out the guy who approached me about it is from Sedona, and is hanging out with the guy who owns Oak Creek Brewery down there. Too funny. People were friendly, interested, bought CDs, and tipped well. Someone dropped a RMH cookie into the tip jar; I asked one of the waitresses, "Is this what I think it is?" and she said, simply, "Yes." Medical marijuana, alive and well in Colorado, changing the way people relate to intoxicants. Too funny.

There was one guy at the gig who looked kind of like a Hunter S. Thompson type - weirdly psychedelic mountain folk. I'm pretty sure he dropped the cookie in there.

Anyway, a satisfying and fun gig; which, I realize, makes for slightly less edgy blogging; but it made for a great night. Can only hope the trend continues.