Whew!

Let me say this right up front: I have no idea how young rock bands manage to go on tour.

We just finished playing two Eyewitness Blues Band gigs in two nights in two cities. And I can barely stand up.

Load in. Set up. Fix. Sound check. Play. Take a break. Play another set. Tear down. Load out. Stagger to bed. Rest (briefly). Repeat. Hard damn work, and not made any easier by the fact that we don't exactly have world-class gear (our second gig was a full-on McGyver scene, with fill-in audio guy/troubleshooter Mike Davich reaching deep into his bag of tricks to clobber stuff together). Of course, it went a little easier the night before when my brother Craig ran the audio--he just takes care of stuff, and there are no surprises.

But both shows came off well. Maybe better than that. We had people smiling and dancing and yelling for more (at least that's what I think they were yelling). We even had a guy propose to his girlfriend during our Saturday night gig at the Half Moon Bay Brewing Company (which we absolutely loved--great good, great little bar, great people). That's them in the photo, right after she said "yes". We serenaded them with Stevie Ray Vaughn's "Pride and Joy". Who says we're not romantic?