Yes, detour is an understatement for the little adventure Bethany and I found ours selves on after leaving Santa Rosa on our way to the Stage Door in Shasta. Nine hours of straight driving off course and $69 in gas before a show would put most people in a sour mood but once we arrived, the others in the band quickly made me realize things would be ok. And hey, we got to see the Big Foot Museum, Confusion Hill, and the Trinity River....all while doing 90 mph!
After a great show at the Stage door we enjoyed a good nights sleep, only the occasional freight train whizzing by with whistle ablaze. John slept well with his car keys in hand after we had to break into his car with a hanger to retrieve them. A typical night....
The next day, we safely passed through the State of Jefferson and arrived in Lake Oswego with just enough time to pretend we sound checked. With the art and wine festival bustling around us, it was difficult to get things dialed. We started the show anyway for the large and seemingly friendly crowd that had gathered. Despite the challenges, the Lancashire born sound man, Sam, worked the board like a mad man and by the end of the show things were on fire on stage and off. During the final number, everyone in the audience seemed to have their own private bottle of wine, Bethany pulled a young Irish dancer out of the crowd and they began dancing a two hand reel, and out of nowhere a young lad jumped up with some serious breakdancing moves. If only Kevin Burke had been there to see....well, maybe he was.
After the show was over and we’d finished chatting with audience and friends, we left the Thomas Kinkade-esque surroundings of Millennium Plaza in search of our lodging....another adventure was about to begin...would Pete’s GPS deliver....
David
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