Ok. I know the Grateful Dead have a big show planned this summer and I am aware that in their absence from the touring scene some Phish fans have taken up the follow the band around from show to show thing. Phish are just ok I guess and I got a bunch of Dead albums but for some reason that time I saw them at the old Astroworld amphitheater was a bad vibe and kind of queered (can we still say that?) Deadhead thing for me. Instead I follow Texas singer songwriter Ray Wylie Hubbard around. Ray don't know that. And I am ok that he don't know it because it would seem a bit weird in a stalking kind of way on middle age man following another slightly older man around and watching all his shows. I really don't watch all Ray's shows but I do manage to catch him each time he puts out an album and he was in fine groove at the Liberty Bell in Nacogdoches Monday night.
I became aware of this show while on our camping trip. One morning while having coffee I note the Liberty Bell posted the show and through the marvels of technology I immediately bought tickets. Must have been first because we had the best seats in the house. That's Ray's son Lucas on guitar, Kyle on drums and Ray.
I took this gearhead picture of their pedal boards while I munched the stuffed snapper dinner. They also had a couple of cool old Fender amps, one mid 60s blackface and another early 60s brown. I think I had the beginnings of hearing loss back in the early 80s one time when Ray and the boys from Jerry Jeff's band, the Lost Gonzos, played Communication Breakdown at the old Cross Roads Club. It was the first time I remembered my ears ringing for more than one day after the show.
You might not think poor people ought to have health care. You might think gay people should not get married. You don't have to think when it comes to the stone groove and cool gear Ray will show up playing. Ray is well known for an old song he wrote 40 years ago "Up Against the Wall Redneck Mother." He still has to play it every night but lately he says the E in redneck is for enough. His new stuff is deeper that than that old beer drinking song.
As I say we had great seats but be aware this venue has a good bit of people noise and I think that's because it has a bit of a wine bar atmosphere. It does seem to surprise the performers I have seen there because it's small and I think they are expecting a respectful listening room type place. Those may be long gone.
Ray was on Conan this week. I can't find a clip but this is what he sang:
After a week of so of tending to family health concerns maybe we can get back to blogging topics of leisure. Like fishing. The lake has risen more from our last fishing trip a couple of weeks ago. We did not fish particular hard, landing 4 keepers and a bunch of throw backs but as the lake settles into a hot summer time fishing pattern the fish are not going to be in our traditional spots. For the hot summer these spots are usually deep and with the high water the tie ups we use are underwater. .These photos are of our spring time fishing spot which is usually less than 5' by now. It's 15' deep.
Looking over Cathy's shoulder at the spot we call "the place." Usually there is a tie up we use to the right of those bushes, especially if the wind is from the south. It's either washed away or underwater.
This is the tree with the osprey nest that overlooks our spot. Usually taking photos I'm looking up at it instead of level with it. Birds nowhere in sight today. I have seen these nest closer to the water than this so I don't know if rising water spooks them or not.
I think I need a more colorful swimming suit.
Supper on my new Father's Day tailgate grill. It's the Academy Gamewinner brand. I got the Coleman version of this but on arrival it was missing the regulator for the propane tank attachment. This one the same price so I swapped them at the store. As long as I have fire I can cook anything.
So it's been a busy few days. Many on facebook know my brother Glenn had a quadruple heart bypass. He is doing fine. They extubated him this morning and he will be in a regular room possibly tomorrow and surely by Sunday. I knew something was up about a week ago when I went to Glenn's house and he had hired a guy to mow his yard because he was becoming fatigued during the exertion. Like many big strong men they blame situations like this on sore muscles, a chest cold, all kinds of things. Wednesday morning I am at work he calls me and tells me he is having a heart catheterization. If you don't know Glenn works in the cath lab as a rad tech at St. Luke's CHI. It was all his co workers doing the procedure on him. The cath pictures were the worst Glenn has seen in 8 years of cath lab work. By that afternoon Dr. Mohammed called me at work, told me it was very serious and had decided to take no chances and shipped him to Houston to have his surgery done by Dr. Ott. Fortunately his arteries were not as bad as the pictures showed and apparently Dr. Ott had no trouble. Glenn had a bit of breathing difficulty with his oxygen saturation being a bit low, 90% on 100% pure oxygen at first with him gradually weaned to 90%, 80% to this morning's 96% saturation at 70%. Progress should come faster now.
So with things are looking good let's have some fun. My wife thinks I put pictures of people they don't want public on this blog. When they shaved Glenn's chest they took the hair and transplanted it to his head. Just one of those little perks you get when you have a surgery at one of those high powered Houston hospitals.
In this photo Glenn holds up a present from last Christmas. I am sure his cat, Molly is holding up this right now and wondering where he is.
Thanks again for everyone's prayers. Many of my friends and family have been keeping track of the situation, Glenn's coworkers, my mom's friends have also been very supportive. Doctors Mohammed has called Houston and Dr. Bachireddy who in addition to doing my mom's bypass about 8 years ago is checking on him.
Ok so just face it. If you are a musician you know there are days that the world was not beating down your door to hear your music. I been having a day like there more often than not lately. There is only one thing to do. Gather up your friends and jam. Here are some photos from fish frys, camping and church over the past few weeks.
Morgan, Danny and Mike jam
Mary and Runt join us on the garage stage at the fish fry.
This photo is a bit blurry but with a little bit of the treatment it looks ok. I like it cause it shows lots of people getting into the act.
Another Blurry one but does not look to bad with a bit of treatment.
Snarling the blues.
Cathy and her dad jam on a camping trip.
The smoke in the photo is coming off the banjo.
This is a combined group from several St. Patrick's choirs that came together to play for Father Gavin's 25th anniversary of his ordination Mass.
Thanks for this photo. I like it a lot.
Oh yeah during all this I did sell a cigar box guitar. If I remember I try to take a photo with customers for publicity purposes but this person assured me they were very private and did not want their photo all over the internets. That's nice they told me. Been a lot of ugly scenes where I have taken people's photos, put it on the blog and made them famous only to have them angry at me when they find out there is a $39,000 fee for me performing services like that. we avoided something like there in this situation by having all lines of communication open. Thanks for the purchase!