Or just meet one of you hosers and chew the fat. Standard axe-murderer rules apply: You don't kill me, and I won't kill you.
I have friends in Heber Springs, and one day will buy a place and move there. I don't think they have any gigs though. Unless you want to play at church.
Funny you should mention that. I'm here for my father-in-law's family reunion, and they're going to have a chapel service on Sunday before they start partying (I realize I'm in the buckle of the Bible belt). Anyway, some of the uncles/cousins are bringing their git-fiddles, so I brought my WT-300/D-210XLT mini rig and a bass to jam with them. I won't tell them I'm a Buddhist 'til after the gig. I'm making my world-famous guacamole dip over at Aunt Gert's on Sunday. Yep. Gotcha covered.
I hear ya', man, but the last train to Clarksville ran probably 40 years ago. I'm still waitin' at the station, but I can meet you at 4:30. Interestingly, I have a picture of my wife and I at the Clarksville station about 10 years ago.
