For those of you who read my recent thread about not being able to hear myself when playing live with my band, for . . . ahem . . . certain reasons, this was our gig Saturday night. Much better to my ears. If I sound even a bit too loud keep in mind that S was filming while sitting directly in front of my amp. Cool gig at a little redneck bar on the edge of the railroad tracks. The audience was appreciative and responsive. Beer was on the house for the band and some guy in the back was giving free shots of moonshine out of a mason jar. The entrance to the bar is directly behind the band so people coming into the place had to walk right between our bass player and rhythm guitarist. Odd setup, but it makes for some dramatic entrances. I looked over to my left once and saw the Skipper, Mary Ann, and Ginger walking past me (it was Halloween night by default). While we were playing "Smokestack Lightening" the door behind us was wide open and it was so windy that the rain was blowing sideways. A long, slow moving freight train was going by across the road, probably less than one-hundred feet from where I stood. It occurred to me that it may be one of Warren Buffet's . . . though at that moment I felt even richer than him. Good times.