The Mush Behind Your Tongue In Cheek: March 21 - Russian Recording, Bloomington, IN

The distance between Hot Springs, Arkansas and Bloomington, Indiana is deceptively great.
Expecially when an hour is lost. On the road at 7:45am. Arrive at 8pm.

Yeah, but we did it, ya know. We did it. We did it.
We did it.
Sorry. Spacin' out.

John took the morning leg and avoided two wandering freeway dogs.

We had Shemwell's BBQ in historic Cairo, Illinois. There is a Bitter Tears song about this town. It's one of my favorite songs and one of my favorite towns. Hopefully we will play here next time.

As if by magic, upon our arrival in Bloomington stood two fiances and one girlfriend! Happy times for Alan, Mike and Greg.

The show was at Russian Recording, a studio of our friend Mike from Push-Pull. They played first with a tight set of tectonic signature-shifting rock.
Our last show of the tour involved lots of blue carpenter's tape. Mike used it as a hair scrunchie, Alan as a lovely scarf necklace, and I used it to make pigtails.

John remained classy in tight denim and Greg made a dental floss devilock flowing from his bottom lip.

It seems I didn't want the tour to end, so some songs had long extended endings.

A lady brought a 12 day old baby to the show(!) During the bands she held him in a dead room protected by two sliding doors. At the beginning of "Grieving" we saw the sliding doors open, allowing Alan to quietly serenade the infant.
"You're going to grow up to be an athiest, aren't you!"
The door closed soon after.

We closed the tour with "Cairo" in the dark. It was the first time I had ever played that song.

I think Bloomington was a little freaked out by The Bitter Tears but seemed to enjoy it.

Par for the course.

The coarse.

Somehow a portion of "You Better You Bet" made it into Haymarket Riot's set. They were in fine form and fine volume, knocking everyone back about ten feet.

The luckier men in our band stayed in a hotel with their ladies. We met them up for a great breakfast at Wee Willie's and made the beautiful drive home.

The Carbon Footprint Tour would not have been possible without Greg Norman, who put a tremendous amount of energy into the logistics of it all. Everyone else did nothing. We all ought to be ashamed of our ourselves.