I had never been to kentucky and yet i was drawn...
what would we find indeed:
Americana at its finest, thats for damn sure.
Our first stop on friday night is the very small town of Nicholasville, just outside of Lexington, but a good ways from a major highway, these kinds of places are always fun, always unexpected... always... slightly uncomfortable and unfamiliar, sometimes weirds. But in this case, everything... all night long was just slightly more out of place than usual. Like when you are dreaming, and you just accept the things that are way out of the normal...
"oh yes, of course i have two left hands, it has always been this way... how else would i maneuver my rocket car?" and so forth.
Usually things on tour are deliciously random and strange, full of adventures, even danger. Nicholasville, certainly wasn't dangerous, unless you expected pick-ups coming in from the surrounding countryside to respect a crossing pedestrian. It was... pleasant as punch. but just a little off, everything just a little, ... off.
We played at Main and Maple, a pretty large, mostly wooden coffee shop. good food, awesome friendly personable staff. Strange to think i even found a place to play in a small town far away, off the beaten tour path defiantly. Our crowd was small, very small, but attentive, actually, it was one older gentleman... quite obviously a preacher or pastor at a church, doing some research with the good book, wearing a name tag with cartoon crosses on it and just a big grin across his face. He actually came from the back of the room and sat closer... and THEN called some friends to come and see the rest of the music... a really nice young couple that liked our music so much they bought cds and even a screen printed t-shirt... this is weird in itself. sometimes we dont sell shit.
and the coffee was amazing...
see what i mean, everything was just kinda ... off.
as we are setting up, we notice across the street there is a fancy wine bar, and a very young dark looking kid hauling amps and instruments inside... one of us.
He comes over to see some songs, he's super nice. Recognizes us as... 'two of them'... musicians always know each other. Confidently out of place... chad puts it sometimes.
After the show, this little ghost took us home, said we could stay, hang out, so nice,... weird.
He lives at his parents house, well of course, he's 19 and home from school. This is weird, but we get there, he's like, "mom, these are some musicians I found, they're tired road worn, they're gonna stay here."
Mom says, "oh... hi, pleased to meet you" yea... i know, small town. they even made us breakfast in the morning, and offered turkey sandwiches the next day too, i had to turn them down, i felt like i was cleaning these people out. the father of the house makes movies, in LA, he had just come home from a shoot... he even had the directors chair...
So Samuel Lockridge... our little musical ghost takes us to his music play room... he has a sitar, and all these other weird instruments.
before we went on our way chad started his new project.
samuel lockridge will be the first musician to record (on chads portable 4-track) for the tour compilation. yeay! bits of music from strangers far away in a time capsule. these will be available on the merch table for a dollar or so once we have collected a full disc... we already have 2 tracks.
sam had met one of our friends from Foley Alabama, Kevin Bacon connections are always nice. We would be seeing Sam again, he goes to school in Cincinnati, so hopefully we could make a show happen at the end of september when we go through there.
sweet guy... "pig"
the next day would be lexington.. what would we find in the city-side of Kentucky?
it would be very different