More Bonnarrooooooo!

Bonnarooo!
I caught a ride with a friend of a friend that I hadn’t seen in a while.  He had rented an rv and I made some new friends and had a swell time getting to Tennessee. 

 At one point, we saw a giant smoke ring.

Show. I had an excellent show.  An excellent time.  I don’t know how it could have been better.  I played in a tent and it was hot and I sweated tremendously, but I don’t think ac would have made it better.  I’m sure someone could make a chart and show me how it could have been better but I can’t.  In my memory, it was perfect.

 This is how my dad eats salad.  We only appear angry.

Free. My one-man band status allowed me to treat my new friends to dinner with free-dinner passes.  I met Lewis Black and had a nice sandwich.  I caught up with some old friends at the bar tent where the free beer was poured.  My friend, Matt, wanted some free shoes, so I told him to say he was my drummer.  I found out later that someone used that idea to get free pants and it worked.

  I didn’t get a picture from the studio, so here’s a picture of my cousin’s studio.

Recording. Later that day, I hooked up with Ben Folds and rode with him and his crew to Nashville.  The next day we recorded a Darkness cover for an ep at his studio, which is amazing.  It’s the old RCA studio that Chet Atkins built.  Elvis and Johnny Cash recorded there. My dad got to come by and check it out, too.  Speaking of dads, supposedly Elvis’ son came by at one time and told Ben that he use to sit on his dad’s lap at the mixing board.  At a later time, some old dudes wandered by and almost confirmed the claim. You should ask Ben yourself because I’m telling it all wrong.