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Paul Sanchez

Jun 9, 08 - 1:45 AM

play ball!

What a wonderful weekend, mostly.
Tipitina's was beyond what I expected on every level. I couldn't believe how many people came to the show, I was knocked out that the floor was full and there were even some folks upstairs. The Rolling Road Show was rolling as well.
I learned I May Be Wrong and Miss Tourist from Matt Perrine's Sunflower City disc and really enjoyed singing them. I also learned a song from Craig Kein's disc New Orleans Trombonisms called Marie Laveu, a lot of words to remember but now I know a classic New Orleans song with brilliant lyrics so it was worth the effort. We also did a couple of Tin Men songs that Alex sang, Baby and Jingling Down The Street and of course a few from Shamarr's Meet Me On Frenchmen Street record which I dig so much, big fun but didn't get in until after two in the morning.
This was to be my first weekend of touring since the cancellations and I was trying not to be worried about how the old man would hold up.
On a few hours sleep I flew to Kansas City, Mo. and was driven an hour to Willie's Bar in Lawrence, Kansas. It was a sweet if slightly out of control party. Three friends had flown me in for a House Concert which they decided to move to another friend's bar. One guy was celebrating because his wife had come from her baby shower, another couple were moving to New Orleans to help rebuild the city, everyone happy, knowing life was changing. Still, happy for each other and a little sad about letting go. Like I said sweet. Naturally the husbands got drunk but I may have written a new song from the experience, The Fastest Drunk in the West.
Then on three hours sleep I got a car service the hour back to KC for a 5 a.m. flight to Charlotte where my buddies Phil and Joy were waiting to pick me up for the hour drive to Rock Hill SC for an early House Concert which was a surprise for the birthday husband who was genuinely speechless. I was touched that someone would be that pleased to hear me sing as a birthday gift. I was supposed to play an hour and a half but you know when Bo Didley was having fun he kept going and I was having fun both nights so it was two hour plus shows both times.
Then Phil and Joy were kind enough to take me for a bite near the airport so I could catch a flight home. This was to be the nicest part of the whole thing, I was flying home to be with Shelly having only missed one night with her.
It had been a heck of a run and I could feel my energy flagging, I dozed off on Phil once or twice on the ride back to Charlotte
Dropped with smiles and hugs from friends at the Charlotte Airport I waited to board the flight and collapsed in my seat as soon as I could.
I was awakened by a flight attendant with a slight accent, I was now groggy, a bit disoriented and about an hour and a half away from needing my second dose of seizure medicine of the day. I've spent weeks trying to get regimented about it because of what happened during Fest, I knew I had to take the pills on time or there are consequences. Shelly had told me that I should take extra because" you never know" but I told her I'd be home for my pill and a hug before she went to bed.
The flight attendant who woke me asked me to turn off my ipod which I did. She woke me again, irritated that my headphones were still in. By now I was barely conscious but I held up the chord to show that it was unplugedd and said, "baby, it isn't even plugged in." This was my first mistake. Never call a woman, or a man for that matter, outside of New Orleans that you don't know, baby, she walks up front in a huff. Now I'm awake, groggy but awake and like most middle-aged men do when they wake up, I had to pee. I headed for the back where the rear attendant asked what I was doing.I told her I'd been awakened and had to pee. She didn't ask me to return to my seat, she didn't tell me not to pee, she didn't ask if I could wait until we were airborn. When I came out I was escorted to the front of the plane where the first flight attendant had reported me as drunk. Now I'm going to be off my meds, I'm barely aware and I'm trying to explain that my ipod was off, I'm not drunk, I just want to go home, The symbolism is beating me over my increasingly groggy, ready for a seizure head. I WANT TO GO HOME.
At this point some guy sitting nearby calls out my name, I can see the guy and I know him but I can't place him. I'm thinking someone from the music scene, maybe he'll help explain about the" baby" thing, really I called my father-in-law baby and he is about 6 foot four and built like a tank. Normally folks from New Orleans will try to help each other out but for some reason this guy calls out my name again and he's ******* he's glad they're taking me off the plane. So I know I'm not going to make my flight or my next dosage and will be at risk for a seizure for a day or two until I can get back on schedule. So I'm a bit panicked and I explain all of this to the Terminal Supervisor who says yes she can see I'm not drunk, I'm articulate and she will put me on the next flight. At this point airport police arrive. It's all over, I'm off the plane, the supervisor has determined that I am no trouble to fly on the next flight and the airport cop in charge breaks in on the conversation. I try to say that all I need at this point is my ticket. Suddenly I'm getting shoved in the chest by the guy in charge, Allow me to describe him, blond, shaved/crew cut, blue eyed, I mean I'm either in George Bush's America or I've travelled back in time and might to finally get to meet Anne Frank, either way I'm further from New Orleans then I've been in a long time in every way possible.
I wondered about that flight attendant or that guy who knew my name. I wondered if they had ever known illness or had known it in some one they loved. I wondered if the blonde cop with the shaved head might have loved someone who had a condition or would he not care and just like the chance to kick some ass because he's young, jacked up and trained to. I wonder how I suddenly feel so frail and tired. I wondered why I would leave Shell for a second to go through this.
I love singing and playing for folks, always have. I love writing songs, always have.
Occasionally when I mention the Mouth I get e-mails from well meaning people telling me to, "get over it", "stop with the sour grapes" or my personal favorite"accept that you'll never be as successful as you were with Cowboy Mouth and go back to the band"
This isn't some broken hearted lover stuff. I've had my chance to mourn the loss of the friends we were. The song I write and have been writing for all of my life, Light It On Fire was written in 1987 five year before there was a Cowboy Mouth, from New Orleans anyway. Those songs were my retirement money, my rainy day, my travel is hard because of seizures money. There is no pension plan in rock n' roll, you roll while you rocking. What you are left with when it's over is what you created, your music. They sprang from my imagination and someone else has decided to keep the money. Keep my pension, my retirement, my songs from me. It's business and a life's worth of it.
This started off saying how much fun the shows were and they were each lovely in there own way. I'm trying to begin again and again and again.
With all of it's problems I feel happier here in New Orleans and I'm glad to be back in the city, as sweet Susan Cowsill sings, "where I know who I am". I'll wake up here tomorrow.
I have all in-state shows for the rest of the month until fly to Los Angeles for the show with Shamarr and Boutte. I'm not worried though, the folks in L.A. are some of the nicest in the country. The folks I know out there really are.
I'm still in there pitching kids, like an old pitcher with a tired arm squeezing out one more season. Play Ball!
Happy Trails,
Paulie

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Mitchell

Jun 9th, 2008 - 8:01 AM

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Wow!!! I started to tear up a little bit over your account this weekend. Keep fighting the good fight!

Anyone that says "accept that you'll never be as successful as you were with Cowboy Mouth and go back to the band" has never been stuck at a job or with a company they didn't want be at anymore. I first heard of you through being a Cowboy Mouth fan, and I still am, but I love your solo work. I will keep on listening and enjoying your music. Some people don't understand that everything that makes money is a buisness. I remeber this everytime I goto a doctor that this is his/her job. Just like I have a job. Playing music is your job and like the rest of us if you not happy at your place of employment you won't do well at it and you will feel crappy at the end of day.

I would love to see you up here in NC, but if this a normal experience in traveling I don't blame you if never make it up here. Please, stay healthy and keep positive!

Joy

Jun 9th, 2008 - 9:20 AM

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Well I hate your really awesome weekend ended on such a sour note. I feel like I should appologize for my city! Glad to hear that you made it home, even if it was a bit delayed. Anytime something rediculous like that happens to us, Phil looks at me all excited like, and says "It's an adventure". Did you roll your eyes when you read that? Cuz I usually do ... annoying optomistic! haha! Good thing I suppose.

Rest up! and consider the train next time? Or maybe Jeff can drive you up? He seems to require little to no sleep. :)

Oh and super glad hear all the shows went well.

Apples

Jun 9th, 2008 - 10:05 AM

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Thanks for telling us another marvelous story that made me alternately laugh and grit my teeth. Funny you mention Marie Leveaux. Just this morning I was listening to John Boutte and Cubanismo's version of that one. Looking forward to seeing you in Indy soon if I can rummage up enough gas money to get me there. Peace.

Michell

Jun 9th, 2008 - 10:16 AM

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What a crummy way to end a great weekend. We so enjoyed having you and I hate that your trip back got delayed by rudeness and bullying.

Anyway, we really enjoyed hanging with you and so appreciate you coming for the party!

Glad to hear you made it home safe and sound.

Paul Sanchez

Jun 9th, 2008 - 10:47 AM

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I really did enjoy the shows, thanks to all of my hosts.
I'm struggling to adapt to changes in my health that have altered the way I go about the business of living.
The fact that the medication makes me sluggish and confused on occasion is one of the things I enjoy the least because I have been a sharp minded high energy person my whole life.
I share these stories for the same reason I share my songs, honestly trying to communicate joy, pain, struggle and triumph that makes up a life. Hoping that if I'm honest it will connect with someone and make them laugh, feel less alone or have a bit more patience when they see someone struggling with their own lives.
the shows were different and wonderful and I enjoyed the chance to sing and play for folks as I always do.
red beans and ricely yours,
Sanchmo

Chris Joseph

Jun 9th, 2008 - 11:27 AM

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Paul, I love that you are sharing the good and the "less good" with your fans. It definitely is a great way of making a human connection, and I think all of us respect and admire you that much more because of your willingness to share.

Mitchell

Jun 9th, 2008 - 12:38 PM

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AMEN Chris!!

Mark H

Jun 9th, 2008 - 1:24 PM

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Poppy: Your narrative sounded like something from Alice's Restaurant! There's a 30 minute song in there somewhere (in fact, I think you just wrote it!).What a crappy way to end a wonderful weekend. Thanks for sharing the good and the bad with us. The meds sound like a real bummer, except I guess they beat the alternative. Hang in there. I continue to believe there are more good folks than bad in this wonderful world we live in.

Paul Sanchez

Jun 9th, 2008 - 2:46 PM

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Mark, you really should check out the Threadheads. they have the kind of passion for music that I know you have and they have put it into some amazing thins to help out the New Orleans music scene.
red beans and ricey yours,
Sanchmo

Chris Joseph

Jun 9th, 2008 - 3:36 PM

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Paul, thanks for the kind words. Mark, if you're interesting in learning more about the Threadheads, please email me at threcords AT mac DOT com

SandyT

Jun 9th, 2008 - 3:58 PM

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Glad to hear that you arrived home safely - it was nice to see you and now that I have the new CD, I'll work on learning the words for the next time...

jeff

Jun 10th, 2008 - 12:44 PM

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i'm thinking we should change the airport's initials from CLT to CNT.....

32 still going on 13...

Paul Sanchez

Jun 10th, 2008 - 12:47 PM

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Jeff, Joy thinks I should just start hiring you as my traveling companion to explain my seizures and translate the word baby to people not from New Orleans.

jeff

Jun 10th, 2008 - 1:11 PM

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good idea, joy! put me in, coach, i'm ready to play the game.

now i have the "jive translation" scene from airplane in my head. i could'a told paul, "Jus' hang loose blooood. She gonna catch up on the`rebound a de medicide."

Joy

Jun 10th, 2008 - 3:29 PM

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Wow ... maybe that isn't such a good idea. Paul did make it on the next flight. Having Jeff there might have landed you both in jail. Actually Jeff would still be sitting there chuckling to himself about the airport code. He wouldn't have noticed the altercation. haha.

Cathy

Jun 10th, 2008 - 9:07 PM

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See what happens when you cross the 17th Street Canal?

I feel like telling my airplane insult story. I had bought my little minibottle of wine from one flight attendant and was calmly sipping and reading my magazine.

Another flight attendant came by and said, "You can't do that."

"I can't do what?"

"You can't bring your own wine on the flight."

"I didn't bring the wine of the flight. I bought it here."

"We don't sell that kind."

"This is the kind I bought."

He walked away with a bit of a raised eyebrow, as if to say that I was clearly in the wrong but that it was perhaps best not to cross the crazy woman. But he'd already crossed me. I scoured the back of the in-flight magazine for the place where they say they proudly offer wines from XYZ Vineyards. Sure enough, I was vindicated.

On the flight attendant's next patrol, I flapped the open magazine at him. "I think you owe me an apology."

"For what?"

"You made it sound as if I had done something wrong, and I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh. SOR-ry." As insincere as you please. Oh, how I wish I'd gotten his name. Well, actually not. There's nothing wrong with an in-flight glass of wine, but it does tend to chip away at one's moral leverage. But I hope you took names! Kick back for both of us! Or maybe, do it in a song. That might be best of all.

Tip's show was great, baby!

Simon

Jun 11th, 2008 - 1:41 PM

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Paul - sorry for your airplane nightmare...not good...

But - there seemed to be great music and joy created...

And my usual question - did anyone tape any of these shows? Espeacially the Tips show?

Chris Joseph

Jun 11th, 2008 - 1:45 PM

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The Tip's show was shown online via the Tipitina's web site. So, there must be a recording of it.

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Paul Sanchez Jun 9, 08 - 1:45 AM	play ball! What a wonderful weekend, mostly. Tipitina's was beyond what I expected on every level. I couldn't believe how many people came to the show, I was knocked out that the floor was full and there were even some folks upstairs. The Rolling Road Show was rolling as well. I learned I May Be Wrong and Miss Tourist from Matt Perrine's Sunflower City disc and really enjoyed singing them. I also learned a song from Craig Kein's disc New Orleans Trombonisms called Marie Laveu, a lot of words to remember but now I know a classic New Orleans song with brilliant lyrics so it was worth the effort. We also did a couple of Tin Men songs that Alex sang, Baby and Jingling Down The Street and of course a few from Shamarr's Meet Me On Frenchmen Street record which I dig so much, big fun but didn't get in until after two in the morning. This was to be my first weekend of touring since the cancellations and I was trying not to be worried about how the old man would hold up. On a few hours sleep I flew to Kansas City, Mo. and was driven an hour to Willie's Bar in Lawrence, Kansas. It was a sweet if slightly out of control party. Three friends had flown me in for a House Concert which they decided to move to another friend's bar. One guy was celebrating because his wife had come from her baby shower, another couple were moving to New Orleans to help rebuild the city, everyone happy, knowing life was changing. Still, happy for each other and a little sad about letting go. Like I said sweet. Naturally the husbands got drunk but I may have written a new song from the experience, The Fastest Drunk in the West. Then on three hours sleep I got a car service the hour back to KC for a 5 a.m. flight to Charlotte where my buddies Phil and Joy were waiting to pick me up for the hour drive to Rock Hill SC for an early House Concert which was a surprise for the birthday husband who was genuinely speechless. I was touched that someone would be that pleased to hear me sing as a birthday gift. I was supposed to play an hour and a half but you know when Bo Didley was having fun he kept going and I was having fun both nights so it was two hour plus shows both times. Then Phil and Joy were kind enough to take me for a bite near the airport so I could catch a flight home. This was to be the nicest part of the whole thing, I was flying home to be with Shelly having only missed one night with her. It had been a heck of a run and I could feel my energy flagging, I dozed off on Phil once or twice on the ride back to Charlotte Dropped with smiles and hugs from friends at the Charlotte Airport I waited to board the flight and collapsed in my seat as soon as I could. I was awakened by a flight attendant with a slight accent, I was now groggy, a bit disoriented and about an hour and a half away from needing my second dose of seizure medicine of the day. I've spent weeks trying to get regimented about it because of what happened during Fest, I knew I had to take the pills on time or there are consequences. Shelly had told me that I should take extra because" you never know" but I told her I'd be home for my pill and a hug before she went to bed. The flight attendant who woke me asked me to turn off my ipod which I did. She woke me again, irritated that my headphones were still in. By now I was barely conscious but I held up the chord to show that it was unplugedd and said, "baby, it isn't even plugged in." This was my first mistake. Never call a woman, or a man for that matter, outside of New Orleans that you don't know, baby, she walks up front in a huff. Now I'm awake, groggy but awake and like most middle-aged men do when they wake up, I had to pee. I headed for the back where the rear attendant asked what I was doing.I told her I'd been awakened and had to pee. She didn't ask me to return to my seat, she didn't tell me not to pee, she didn't ask if I could wait until we were airborn. When I came out I was escorted to the front of the plane where the first flight attendant had reported me as drunk. Now I'm going to be off my meds, I'm barely aware and I'm trying to explain that my ipod was off, I'm not drunk, I just want to go home, The symbolism is beating me over my increasingly groggy, ready for a seizure head. I WANT TO GO HOME. At this point some guy sitting nearby calls out my name, I can see the guy and I know him but I can't place him. I'm thinking someone from the music scene, maybe he'll help explain about the" baby" thing, really I called my father-in-law baby and he is about 6 foot four and built like a tank. Normally folks from New Orleans will try to help each other out but for some reason this guy calls out my name again and he's ***** he's glad they're taking me off the plane. So I know I'm not going to make my flight or my next dosage and will be at risk for a seizure for a day or two until I can get back on schedule. So I'm a bit panicked and I explain all of this to the Terminal Supervisor who says yes she can see I'm not drunk, I'm articulate and she will put me on the next flight. At this point airport police arrive. It's all over, I'm off the plane, the supervisor has determined that I am no trouble to fly on the next flight and the airport cop in charge breaks in on the conversation. I try to say that all I need at this point is my ticket. Suddenly I'm getting shoved in the chest by the guy in charge, Allow me to describe him, blond, shaved/crew cut, blue eyed, I mean I'm either in George Bush's America or I've travelled back in time and might to finally get to meet Anne Frank, either way I'm further from New Orleans then I've been in a long time in every way possible. I wondered about that flight attendant or that guy who knew my name. I wondered if they had ever known illness or had known it in some one they loved. I wondered if the blonde cop with the shaved head might have loved someone who had a condition or would he not care and just like the chance to kick some ass because he's young, jacked up and trained to. I wonder how I suddenly feel so frail and tired. I wondered why I would leave Shell for a second to go through this. I love singing and playing for folks, always have. I love writing songs, always have. Occasionally when I mention the Mouth I get e-mails from well meaning people telling me to, "get over it", "stop with the sour grapes" or my personal favorite"accept that you'll never be as successful as you were with Cowboy Mouth and go back to the band" This isn't some broken hearted lover stuff. I've had my chance to mourn the loss of the friends we were. The song I write and have been writing for all of my life, Light It On Fire was written in 1987 five year before there was a Cowboy Mouth, from New Orleans anyway. Those songs were my retirement money, my rainy day, my travel is hard because of seizures money. There is no pension plan in rock n' roll, you roll while you rocking. What you are left with when it's over is what you created, your music. They sprang from my imagination and someone else has decided to keep the money. Keep my pension, my retirement, my songs from me. It's business and a life's worth of it. This started off saying how much fun the shows were and they were each lovely in there own way. I'm trying to begin again and again and again. With all of it's problems I feel happier here in New Orleans and I'm glad to be back in the city, as sweet Susan Cowsill sings, "where I know who I am". I'll wake up here tomorrow. I have all in-state shows for the rest of the month until fly to Los Angeles for the show with Shamarr and Boutte. I'm not worried though, the folks in L.A. are some of the nicest in the country. The folks I know out there really are. I'm still in there pitching kids, like an old pitcher with a tired arm squeezing out one more season. Play Ball! Happy Trails, Paulie 1:20 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove Email:** paulsanchezmusic@gmail.com
Mitchell Jun 9th, 2008 - 8:01 AM	Re: play ball! Wow!!! I started to tear up a little bit over your account this weekend. Keep fighting the good fight! Anyone that says "accept that you'll never be as successful as you were with Cowboy Mouth and go back to the band" has never been stuck at a job or with a company they didn't want be at anymore. I first heard of you through being a Cowboy Mouth fan, and I still am, but I love your solo work. I will keep on listening and enjoying your music. Some people don't understand that everything that makes money is a buisness. I remeber this everytime I goto a doctor that this is his/her job. Just like I have a job. Playing music is your job and like the rest of us if you not happy at your place of employment you won't do well at it and you will feel crappy at the end of day. I would love to see you up here in NC, but if this a normal experience in traveling I don't blame you if never make it up here. Please, stay healthy and keep positive! Email: sillic@juno.com
Joy Jun 9th, 2008 - 9:20 AM	Re: play ball! Well I hate your really awesome weekend ended on such a sour note. I feel like I should appologize for my city! Glad to hear that you made it home, even if it was a bit delayed. Anytime something rediculous like that happens to us, Phil looks at me all excited like, and says "It's an adventure". Did you roll your eyes when you read that? Cuz I usually do ... annoying optomistic! haha! Good thing I suppose. Rest up! and consider the train next time? Or maybe Jeff can drive you up? He seems to require little to no sleep. :) Oh and super glad hear all the shows went well. Email: jgussman@mindspring.com
Apples Jun 9th, 2008 - 10:05 AM	Re: play ball! Thanks for telling us another marvelous story that made me alternately laugh and grit my teeth. Funny you mention Marie Leveaux. Just this morning I was listening to John Boutte and Cubanismo's version of that one. Looking forward to seeing you in Indy soon if I can rummage up enough gas money to get me there. Peace. Email: Aapoles@yahoo.com
Michell Jun 9th, 2008 - 10:16 AM	Re: play ball! What a crummy way to end a great weekend. We so enjoyed having you and I hate that your trip back got delayed by rudeness and bullying. Anyway, we really enjoyed hanging with you and so appreciate you coming for the party! Glad to hear you made it home safe and sound. Email: chell_rene@yahoo.com
Paul Sanchez Jun 9th, 2008 - 10:47 AM	Re: play ball! I really did enjoy the shows, thanks to all of my hosts. I'm struggling to adapt to changes in my health that have altered the way I go about the business of living. The fact that the medication makes me sluggish and confused on occasion is one of the things I enjoy the least because I have been a sharp minded high energy person my whole life. I share these stories for the same reason I share my songs, honestly trying to communicate joy, pain, struggle and triumph that makes up a life. Hoping that if I'm honest it will connect with someone and make them laugh, feel less alone or have a bit more patience when they see someone struggling with their own lives. the shows were different and wonderful and I enjoyed the chance to sing and play for folks as I always do. red beans and ricely yours, Sanchmo Email: paulsanchezmusic@gmail.com
Chris Joseph Jun 9th, 2008 - 11:27 AM	Re: play ball! Paul, I love that you are sharing the good and the "less good" with your fans. It definitely is a great way of making a human connection, and I think all of us respect and admire you that much more because of your willingness to share. Email: threcords@mac.com
Mitchell Jun 9th, 2008 - 12:38 PM	Re: play ball! AMEN Chris!! Email: sillic@juno.com
Mark H Jun 9th, 2008 - 1:24 PM	Re: play ball! Poppy: Your narrative sounded like something from Alice's Restaurant! There's a 30 minute song in there somewhere (in fact, I think you just wrote it!).What a crappy way to end a wonderful weekend. Thanks for sharing the good and the bad with us. The meds sound like a real bummer, except I guess they beat the alternative. Hang in there. I continue to believe there are more good folks than bad in this wonderful world we live in.
Paul Sanchez Jun 9th, 2008 - 2:46 PM	Re: play ball! Mark, you really should check out the Threadheads. they have the kind of passion for music that I know you have and they have put it into some amazing thins to help out the New Orleans music scene. red beans and ricey yours, Sanchmo Email: paulsanchezmusic@gmail.com
Chris Joseph Jun 9th, 2008 - 3:36 PM	Re: play ball! Paul, thanks for the kind words. Mark, if you're interesting in learning more about the Threadheads, please email me at threcords AT mac DOT com Email: threcords@mac.com
SandyT Jun 9th, 2008 - 3:58 PM	Re: play ball! Glad to hear that you arrived home safely - it was nice to see you and now that I have the new CD, I'll work on learning the words for the next time...
jeff Jun 10th, 2008 - 12:44 PM	Re: play ball! i'm thinking we should change the airport's initials from CLT to CNT..... 32 still going on 13...
Paul Sanchez Jun 10th, 2008 - 12:47 PM	Re: play ball! Jeff, Joy thinks I should just start hiring you as my traveling companion to explain my seizures and translate the word baby to people not from New Orleans. Email: paulsanchezmusic@gmail.com
jeff Jun 10th, 2008 - 1:11 PM	Re: play ball! good idea, joy! put me in, coach, i'm ready to play the game. now i have the "jive translation" scene from airplane in my head. i could'a told paul, "Jus' hang loose blooood. She gonna catch up on the`rebound a de medicide."
Joy Jun 10th, 2008 - 3:29 PM	Re: play ball! Wow ... maybe that isn't such a good idea. Paul did make it on the next flight. Having Jeff there might have landed you both in jail. Actually Jeff would still be sitting there chuckling to himself about the airport code. He wouldn't have noticed the altercation. haha. Email: jgussman@mindspring.com
Cathy Jun 10th, 2008 - 9:07 PM	Re: play ball! See what happens when you cross the 17th Street Canal? I feel like telling my airplane insult story. I had bought my little minibottle of wine from one flight attendant and was calmly sipping and reading my magazine. Another flight attendant came by and said, "You can't do that." "I can't do what?" "You can't bring your own wine on the flight." "I didn't bring the wine of the flight. I bought it here." "We don't sell that kind." "This is the kind I bought." He walked away with a bit of a raised eyebrow, as if to say that I was clearly in the wrong but that it was perhaps best not to cross the crazy woman. But he'd already crossed me. I scoured the back of the in-flight magazine for the place where they say they proudly offer wines from XYZ Vineyards. Sure enough, I was vindicated. On the flight attendant's next patrol, I flapped the open magazine at him. "I think you owe me an apology." "For what?" "You made it sound as if I had done something wrong, and I didn't do anything wrong." "Oh. SOR-ry." As insincere as you please. Oh, how I wish I'd gotten his name. Well, actually not. There's nothing wrong with an in-flight glass of wine, but it does tend to chip away at one's moral leverage. But I hope you took names! Kick back for both of us! Or maybe, do it in a song. That might be best of all. Tip's show was great, baby! Email: makeitfunky@gmail.com
Simon Jun 11th, 2008 - 1:41 PM	Re: play ball! Paul - sorry for your airplane nightmare...not good... But - there seemed to be great music and joy created... And my usual question - did anyone tape any of these shows? Espeacially the Tips show?
Chris Joseph Jun 11th, 2008 - 1:45 PM	Re: play ball! The Tip's show was shown online via the Tipitina's web site. So, there must be a recording of it. Email: threcords@mac.com