Not on the road yet, but since I told people I would be by now, and in the EXTREMELY unlikely event that anyone is checking, I thought I'd put something up here:
I was thinking of my first few meetings with the Mrs. the other day, and recalled with amusement an early conversation. You know how when you are first getting to know each other, you reveal yourself gradually? As we talked about our interests, etc. I remember thinking then (and, truth be told, now too) that the coolest thing about me was that I was in a band. Clearly I wasn't the most handsome man she had ever seen. I didn't have a lot of money. I didn't have a cool car. But chicks dig musicians, right? So, with remarkable self-restraint, I held this piece of information in reserve until the third or fourth date, knowing that she would have to fall for me once she knew I was a guitar player. So on this particular evening, something came up about bands when we were eating dinner in a restaurant. I ever so casually mentioned that well yes, I had been in a band for a long time; and I even had some recordings that she could hear sometime if she was interested. This revelation didn't seem to have quite the impact that I had expected it would. She didn't ask me to bring my guitar the next time I came to see her or anything! I really couldn't understand it, since I knew she liked rock+roll music. Some weeks later, I found out the reason. As she gradually revealed herself to me, it came out that one of her former boyfriends had been ... (wait for it)... Richard Manuel, the keyboard player of THE BAND ("The Weight", etc.) They lived in Woodstock at the time, and Lorraine, living nearby, had met them. So I guess being in a local garage band from Teaneck, NJ may have paled a little in comparison to having dated an authentic rock star from one of the most acclaimed American groups of the 60's. Things turned out OK for me however. He didn't stick around long enough to write her a love song, but I did.
