Years ago, seemingly another lifetime now, I was a traveling salesman; the details of which have spun me through more than a few digressions which I have typed out and since erased in the interest of brevity. I digress.
One of my ‘territories’ was Visalia, California. And here I am, years later, on a plane flying to California to play a few shows before Bumbershoot in Seattle and one of them is in Visalia (the other one is at Sainte Rocke in Hermosa Beach Tomorrow Night). I suppose not a whole lot has changed…. I’m still traveling. And I suppose I’m still selling. Isn’t life funny. Rebel against one thing so you can repeat it again with different clothes. I just depressed myself. I’m going to buy a Spy Pen from the SkyMall catalog before this flight lands. And despite my awkward moment of self awareness, I am extremely happy to visit Visalia again. Last time I didn’t get to sing and play piano.
