I am not sure what I am more shocked about – that Jimmy Vaughn’s band manager wouldn’t let a blind man out the stage door right next to him and made him walk up, down and around or the fact that I just spent 20 minutes talking to Jimmy Vaughn about Austin and Lake Travis and I neglected to take a photo? Of us. And I definitely did not compliment him enough…and, an hour or so before, Jimmy’s manager did own up to the fact that he has a small penis. No comment. He was an asshole of sort of inordinate purportion.
I am sad that I can’t seem to figure out how to add a video onto my blog because Jimmy was one of the most talented guitar players I have seen of late or probably ever frankly. Derek Trucks rocks but this man was fucking awesome!
I have been in Northern California for 3 weeks and I have to say that every day has gotten a little bit better. It’s growing on me…stories to come when I am less tired. One sentence that sums up my life at the moment is – there are no coincidences. Everything, and I mean every weird, strange, crazy small world, my worlds are colliding sort of thing is happening for a reason. Except for the fact that I was propositioned by a couple as I was getting into my car after the show. Now that was actually somewhat unexpected and new…welcome to the country!
I worked my ass off while “living” in Sausalito more in the last three weeks than I have in the past year. It was fascinating, interesting, cool, stressful, fun, musical, beautiful and shockingly hard to let go….more later. Pictures paint a thousand words….I just wish I had brought my good camera and not my iPhone. Ridiculous if you know me. But no wonder I have always loved Sonoma Coast Chardonnays…what took me so long to find this place?
This seems counter intuitive or something…I’m just sayin’The church from the movie The Birds….I learned that town in which it was filmed was near the coast when I was buying salt water taffy while thinking I don’t remember the ocean in that movie and everyone else thought I was too young to understand.
Taking all of the above into consideration and too many stories to even tell, it’s starting to seem like it’s a pretty good place to start the rest of your life. Or my life.