I write this at 1:25 a.m. as I am winding down from a night of hanging out with my friends, the Road Dawgs.
The healing power of live music is not spoken of as often as it should.
There's one dude, whom I shall refer to as the "creepy cowboy" who has showed up at the last few Road Dawgs shows I've seen. He's a bit out there, brings two guitars, and iPad, a video camera, and also uses his cell for stills and video, tonight he had several manila folders, and of course, a very beat up cowboy hat.
Overall, a fun night, good to hang with the Dawgs and my bud Doug.
Gotta hit the sack!