Jim Messina’s bass player and Blue Lou Marini both said my band was killer.  Fred Schneider and The Arctic Monkeys both said I was a good dj. I will have more thoughts on this later.

      Man we had us a throwdown tonight! Micah “The Kid” Hulscher on keys, newest Hi-Dollar Craig Smith on guitar, and the old faithful Tuesday night rhythm section of Scott Icenogle and Todd Jewel. Tore through about an hour and a half of honky tonk faves including Whiskey River, Cocaine Blues, Bottle Let Me Down, Act Naturally, and our patented Folsom Prison Blues/Pinball Wizard. Also got into an all Hanks set with Six Pack To Go (Thompson), Hey Good Lookin’ (Williams), Please Help Me I’m Fallin’ (Locklin) and Susie Was A Pretty Good Girl (Cochrane).

       Scotty delivered a damn pretty Amanda, while Craig chimed in with more killer Waylon jams like Stop The World, Only Daddy, and Lonesome Orn’ry and Mean. Tightened up some Dead Flowers, Sin City and Helpless after Emily the bartender got down with some When Will I Be Loved. Oh yeah, and then there was the EPIC Won’t Get Fooled Again. Yeah, that happened. 

          No Tuesday night would be complete without some sweet Tom Petty jams, we got into Feel A Whole Lot Better (Byrds but TP covered it on Full Moon Fever) Freefallin’, and Last Dance With Mary Jane. Kirk the Canadian chimed in with his perennial request of Under My Thumb, and up jumped Scotty itchin to cover I Feel Fine.

          Wrapped things up with a totally untried Light My Fire and another epic heavily Shatner influenced take of Rocket Man. It was at this post 2:10 time that some guy yelled out “ONE MORE” to which I replied “We’ve been playing for four hours, where the fuck were you?” WELL, this guy was some sort of leather vested up and coming country singer type who had come down SPECIFICALLY to see ol’ Double H, and he was highly offended at my reply for his yelled out demand. Even sent his Ed Hardy Tshirt wearing homeboy up to the stage to tell me just how put off he was at my profanticity.

          Well, it was all I could do to run right up to this ol’ boy and express my most heartfelt and deepest of apologies, and truly say how sorry I was that such a big fan of mine missed such an incredible show and to ask him once again, if he was such a fan and truly wanted to see me, why he waited until after 2 am to show up? He was cool, didn’t accept the drink I offered him, said I was the “real deal” and told me how much he liked it when I play the “rockabilly.” And that , true believers, is a subject for another whole rant.

             If any of these goings on sounds the least bit entertaining, by all means come see my band sometime on Broadway. You could do a lot worse for yourself entertainment wise.

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My girlfriend who is either a. way more media savvy than me, b. just plays words with friends a lot, or c. both, suggested I get a Tumblr to either a. keep people up to date with everything I’m doing, b. keep HER up to date with everything I’m doing, or c. both. Expect blogs, photos and tales of the road, my ever-busy appearance schedule, sweet jams, and pictures of dogs. Please join me.