2003-05-08 - 12:20 p.m.
March 18
Morning brings the enevitable fuzzy head that comes with too much to drink and too little sleep. This morning I have to check the master on my solo record and Fed Ex it off to the manurfacturer. It had been screwed up and had to be done over which put me on the road by the time it was done. I had it shipped to brother George's house and he brought it with him to the convention. After that mission is accomplished we check out, load out and say our goodbyes. Now for the sweaty ride to Tampa.
Skippers Smokehouse! This was the scene of many a wild Blue Sparks From Hell shows. It seems that all the management and owners have remained the same during the 13 years that have passed since Andy and I have last played here. It was great to be back. Hardly anything has changed. They built new restrooms that I was told cost more to construct than the original club! The venue is outdoor and set in a grove of Live Oaks. The audience area lies under the canopy of the trees which are draped with God's tinsel, Spanish Moss. They have the best oysters and crabcakes and I endulge myself before too long.
We get a nice crowd for a Tues. More than 200 folks show up and it's rockin'! Can't wait to come back!
