Folklahoma City

Tonight was the second show of the tour....The Blue Door in Oklahoma City could not have been cooler. As my friend Tony would say, "we poured gasoline all over the stage and burned it down." Or as my friend Jon would say, we've "seen a million faces......and rocked them all." Oh my lord - doing a Google image search for Jon Bon Jovi (no apostrophes) yields some amazing fruit.

Last night in Dallas, we played at Kristy's hometown joint and ended up being onstage for around 3 hours through guitar tunings, banjo switching, and general chaos. The stage was about the size of a reasonable closet and Kristy ended the night playing some songs on the piano in the corner of the room. Got to meet some very interesting people, including the small crew of high schoolers known as Robert Jones, who opened the show. Absolutely amazing....the kid is 18 years old and sounds like he's been lying on Bob Dylan's floor doing heroin for the last 30 years. Talked with them about the Libertines and old folk music and then were interrupted when one of their mothers called on the phone, wondering when he was going to be home. Coincidentally, their lead singer is "the kid in No Country For Old Men who looks at the guy lying in the street after the car accident and goes 'Mister, what the f happened to you?' " Yeah, no kidding.

Then it was time to leave Dallas - it was sad to have to pack up my little sleeping nest on Dylan's floor and say bye to his roommate Ryan. Ryan's girlfriend Allison made us cookies to take on the trip. That's how nice they are.

Rode the 3+ hours to OK City from Dallas and made our way to The Blue Door, which happens to be in the Vietnamese section of Oklahoma City. Bizarre. It's an old building with a few blue doors. We had a fantastic crowd who were really into the show. It's the premiere folk music venue in town, so I tried to convince the owner Greg to rename it "Folklahoma City." No dice. He told me that, incredibly, no one had ever suggested that name. I'm 100% positive that the next time I come to OKC, he'll have changed the name and he's going to owe me a ton of money. Instead, he gave me a can of frozen Bud Light, one of the beers which had been confiscated from his teenaged niece's party. We also got to hang out with Damon, a dreadlocked music manager from Norman, Oklahoma who loves the Packers. Ice cubes of beer and rastafarian Packers fans in Oklahoma City - definitely a snapshot I would love to take back to show 11 year old Richard and say "15 years from now, this will be your life for one night."

Oh, we're also staying with Dylan's friend tonight in Edmond, Oklahoma. She and I discovered that we were actually born in the same hospital a few months apart, and she went to high school with a girl that I dated in college. Oklahoma City rules.