Life lately has been a series of misplaced things. I seem to spend way too much time chasing them down: my keys, the phone, my Bluetooth, iPod, shoes, clothing, other random stuff. Something always seems to be disappearing on me, and only turning up upon a dedicated act of tearing the house/ car/ office/ apart. Then there is this phantom date that is dancing in my head, August 4th. For some reason I have a sneaking suspicion I have to be somewhere, but I don’t know where, why, or with whom. It’s not in my calendar, on Facebook, or at any of my usual venue haunts. Yet, it speaks to me…so, if I have made an appointment with you on August 4, please contact me and let me know what we are doing. Sheesh. It ain’t easy.
I hate to say it but some things just need to stay lost, it can be healthier that way….we are talking lost love and the heat of passion here, as today’s tune is a good ol’ murder ballad from The SteelDrivers.
They came to see us during the Spring Music Fog Marathon at Threadgill’s WHQ in March. Woo Hoo, there is news, they are working on a new album, which we should see in the fall, and that ain’t that far from now. They are doing a couple of festivals in Europe this week, then returning for a US run in August, even returning to Texas! Catch them, they are magic! Here are Richard Bailey, Mike Fleming, Gary Nichols, Tammy Rogers, and Brent Truitt, with “If It Hadn’t Been For Love.”
- Jessie Scott
