Good morning everyone, how was your Tuesday night?

Oh, how was mine you ask? Since you asked, I went to the last of 4 free Kevn Kinney shows in East Nashville with my wife and another couple. Staked out a little table by the stage and about 5 minutes before the show a guy taps me on the shoulder and asks if anyone is at the table next to us. I look up and it’s Chris Robinson with the entirety of the Black Crowes with him—knew it was gonna be a good night at that point. (Still not sure why they were all in town—maybe rehearsing for the tour that starts in June?)

Probably 100-150 people in the room max, and for the next 3 hours it was Kevn, Laur Joamets (on dobro and and guitar—dude was fire, seriously some of the best slide playing I’ve heard in a long time) and Aaron Lee Tasjan on keys. Throughout the night he was joined in stage by Tom Clark (solid NYC singer/songwriter), Elizabeth Cook, Audley Freed and others for stuff from his DNC and solo catalog to an Elvis cover to a cover of REM’s Wendell Gee. I’d wager 3/4 of the room were musicians and it was nice to see the appreciation the guy got.

Oh yeah, the price for the show? Free. I continue to love this town. Just a special night that will stay burned far closer to the front of my memory banks than the back I hope as time goes on.

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Writing a book about Murcielago's experience,

May 24, 2023, 9:56 AM [ in reply to Logged off work a little early, started a fire in the pit... ]

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Once upon a time, in a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills, there lived a man named Murcielago. Known for his love of fire and beer, he cherished spending his evenings by the crackling flames, sipping on his favorite brew. Murcielago was content in his routine, until one fateful evening when his wife, Mrs. Murcielago, found herself with a flat tire on the deserted outskirts of town.

Mrs. Murcielago was driving back home after visiting her parents when she heard a loud hissing sound. Pulling over to the side of the road, she discovered her car had a flat tire. A feeling of helplessness washed over her as she realized she had no idea how to change a tire. With no one else around, she decided to call her husband for assistance.

As Murcielago sat by his cozy fire, entranced by the dancing flames, his phone rang. It was Mrs. Murcielago, her voice filled with worry and distress. She explained her predicament and pleaded for his help. Murcielago sighed, torn between his love for his fire and beer and his duty as a husband.

Reluctantly, he extinguished the fire, set his beer aside, and made his way to the car. In the cold night air, he found Mrs. Murcielago standing beside the car with a worried expression. Murcielago gave her a reassuring smile and took charge of the situation.

With his vast experience in handling all sorts of mechanical troubles, Murcielago retrieved the spare tire from the trunk and proceeded to jack up the car. As he effortlessly removed the flat tire and replaced it with the spare, he explained each step to Mrs. Murcielago, teaching her the basics of tire changing along the way.

Though it took some time, Murcielago's patience and guidance paid off. The fresh tire was securely fastened, and the car was once again ready to hit the road. Mrs. Murcielago felt a sense of accomplishment, grateful for her husband's assistance and for the newfound knowledge she had gained.

As they both stood back, admiring the work they had done together, Murcielago's mind wandered back to the fire and beer awaiting him at home. Sensing his thoughts, Mrs. Murcielago thanked him profusely and suggested they head back so he could enjoy his well-deserved relaxation.

With a relieved smile, Murcielago nodded and helped Mrs. Murcielago into the car. As they drove back to their cozy abode, his mind was at peace, knowing he had fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband. He looked forward to resuming his cherished fire and beer, feeling a deeper sense of contentment after having come to his wife's aid.

Upon reaching home, Murcielago wasted no time in reigniting the fire. He grabbed his favorite beer from the fridge and settled into his favorite chair, reveling in the warmth and crackling sounds that had been temporarily interrupted. As he sipped his drink, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that even in the midst of his beloved routine, he had been there for Mrs. Murcielago when she needed him the most.

From that day forward, Murcielago's fire burned a little brighter, and his beer tasted a little sweeter. The experience had deepened his appreciation for the moments he shared with Mrs. Murcielago, reminding him that sometimes, stepping away from our comforts can lead to the most meaningful connections.

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Logged off work a little early, started a fire in the pit...

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Writing a book about Murcielago's experience,

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