My buddy and drummer Tom Larson arrived last night after missing his flight from Nashville. He made it, but his drums, which were supposed to arrive yesterday, didn’t. Thinking we would somehow make do with what instruments we had packed in the trailer, we start to leave for Wyoming. As I back out the driveway with the trailer, I hear a terrible noise, like I hit something. Well, the trailer’s axle broke, the wheel is off, I’m in the middle of the road and here comes some lady in a Penske truck trying to drive around us. It turns out she is delivering Tom’s drums. We drag the trailer across the ice into a parking spot, loaded everything from the trailer, including Tom’s drums, into the back of the truck. It’ll be a cozy drive to Wyoming. He, Beth, and I are to play the next two nights in Jackson Hole at The Wort HotelÂ´s infamous Silver Dollar Bar. Its a great place known for its 2,032 inlaid silver dollars and western atmosphere. I love that I get to sing my songs in places with history, character, and charm. It’s all part of the journey and what inspires me to make music to begin with. “Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don’t live it, it won’t come out your horn.”….I think Charlie Parker said that.