Yes, buckaroos, Texas is calling. In a few weeks Iâ€™ll be heading off to the Lone Star State to meet up with a bunch of Blown-Eyed Blodgers in Kerrville. As was the case last year in Austin, I suspect that, in addition to attending the numerous writing seminars and symposia, we may also find time to have a few cocktails and do a few tunes. Denny promises to bring his axe and the the world-famous kazoo.
As it turns out, I will be arriving in San Antonio on the same plane as this Blown-Eyed Brooklyn Blodger. Oy!
So, it will be a Jersey knucklehead and a Brooklyn Joooish Babe struttinâ€™ our shit through the San Antonio Airport and talkinâ€™ like Tony and Carmela. Figure we might just stick out a teeny bit?
The good news is that Iâ€™ll be carrying a guitar case, so if any locals ask who we are, I plan on telling them that Iâ€™m in town to do a gig with Delbert and that, â€œThis here lady is Loretta Lynnstein, one of Delbertâ€™s favorite backup singers. Now where can we get us a Shiner Bock and some farookinâ€™ decent barbecue?â€ That oughta do it.
Of course, it is possible that someone might say, â€œHell, I know you! Youâ€™re that Jewish dentist named Mel. I didnâ€™t recognize you without your hat!â€
Yo! Youse gonna be in Kerrville, or what?