Middle America

“Omaha, mid­dle amer­ica, get­ting right to the heart of mat­ters, it’s the heart that mat­ters most…”

Used to lis­ten to Count­ing Crows quite a bit in high school. I quote this song because I am in Omaha. I came through here once before on tour. Got to play the same the­ater where Bright Eyes made his start. This time for leisure. A fam­ily reunion in fact. Gabes. There are 16 kids. It feels like more. I’ve been get­ting alot of ques­tions about if I know the Jonas Broth­ers, Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez or Tay­lor Swift. Thier favorite song is ” Melody “. And I’ve been asked to put on an impromtu con­cert sev­eral times since I arrived 24 hours ago. I will. Mak­ing prepari­a­tions for a lake front venue. Per­haps the dock will serve as my stage. Can­dles and flow­ers will be in order. And bug spray. Not too much though we don’t want to dis­cour­age the fire flies. James is get­ting more than his fair share of atten­tion and social­iza­tion. He’s still doing puppy bites which require band aids. But at the end of the day he’s sleep­ing in the arms of some­one barely twice his size. And he’s only 7 pounds.  I’m off to water ski.