I dragged my aching body out of bed (it really does get harder as the years go by, especially after a gig), and into a hot shower. Our promoter, Mike was my ride to Denver airport: a cheerful, stocky chap, with seemingly boundless enthusiasm. He was downstairs, waiting for me when I staggered into the lobby with all my baggage. We quickly loaded up and set off in the growing dawn light. MIke and I chatted all the way down the Interstate 70, whilst taking in the scenery. I have never been up here in Summer, and so I was somewhat taken aback by the sheer spectacular beauty all around me (not to say that the winter scenery is any Read the rest of this entry »

At 9,000 feet, the oxygen is a little rarified, especially for us Florida Sea-Level dwellers. I woke up with a headache. Breakfast and coffee did little to remedy the situation, so we (Larry, Lane and I) walked across the road, to a strip mall to buy some aspirin (thins the blood, and therefore helps oxygen intake). When we discovered that there was a Bank of America ATM (I refuse to pay extra to draw cash from a third party machine – one of my little British foibles), and a Safeway supermarket WITH A STARBUCKS INSIDE, Larry and Lane started calling it the “Charlie Morgan Strip Mall”. Obviously, a strip mall with all the basic requirements for my Read the rest of this entry »

On to this weekend. I flew out yesterday evening, to Denver (on Frontier Airlines. Not sure what the word ‘frontier’ refers to here: pushing back the frontiers of travel, by cramming as many people into a plane, feeding them with stale bread and tasteless cheese and salami, whilst demanding $5 from them if they wish to watch satellite TV on the seatback screen? In any case, the experience was NOt a pleasant one, and will certainly go a long way in my Read the rest of this entry »

First, I must start this update with an apology. I have been very lax in writing my reports, I know. Things have been rather hectic. But that is no excuse!

This week has been particularly crazy, starting with Margaritaville on Sunday and Monday nights. I returned at 3am, packed my bags, had a shower and left for the airport at 4.30am, to fly to Las Vegas. We arrived at 2pm in Vegas (after 8 hours of travel), went to our hotel (the Barbary Coast), before trudging (laden down with equipment) across to the gig, at the Paris Hotel, in 115 degree Read the rest of this entry »