I played for a bunch of boomers and youngerlings last night. Drove to Yazoo City in the pouring down rain. It RAINED! AND RAINED. The WHOLE time. We got lost in Jackson. WE GOT LOST IN JACKSON. This is disgraceful. We've only been to Jackson a hundred million times. We blamed it on the RAIN. We drove back to Jackson after going off in the wrong direction for awhile and bought a map. I said, "Pretend we're from out-of-state so they won't know we're dumbasses." So the last party we played in Yazoo City was the Saturday night before Katrina and then this time it's almost snowing. We get there (Yazoo County is RURAL and we get lost again). They need to know that that big American flag that's painted on this sign in the dark and back off the road in the rain is NOT a good landmark. Then someone says on the phone that they will meet us eight miles away and we drive by them twice with all their lights flashing till we trust them and follow them to this... shed. A shed in the rain. The last party we played in Yazoo City was in an almost mansion high on a bluff. This is a shed with a board leading up to it. The Groovy Room. And it's totally cool. Now it's a surprise birthday party which we almost mess up cause we're late and barely get there in time. So we set up in this rural private party room bar (with neon lights and GOOD food) and proceed to play for four plus hours. We EVEN played "Cupid, Draw Back Your Bow" (which we don't know). You can tell that we were having a good time cause we didn't quit until we could not think of ONE more thing that we could play. A HIGHLIGHT of the evening was when two little girls seemed to be my biggest fans in the whole world. They could not quit staring at me and coming to the front and they had the coolest cowboy boots. I think I should market myself to children. They think I'm good! The rockingest song we did was a ROCK version of Old McDonald on which they were supposed to come up and sing with me but got too shy. We just got into this real special rockin' rhythm every time we would go "With a quack quack here and a quack quack there, here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a QUACK QUACK" (this song lends itself to rockin'). Then there was the mannequin with the red hair, and the big ol' boy put on the WIG and danced SOLO. Yes! Then when we were coming back Jumpstart had to lead us to this farmhouse where we were staying. He had a truck-full of people which stopped every five miles or so for a total of three times in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE (this was like Crossroads land where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the Devil) and everyone would pile out of the truck and dance in the road for about ten minutes (I joined them), then we'd all go back to trying to find the farmhouse. We woke everyone up including this poor young woman who lost everything in New Orleans. She was cool - is young and starting over, and since we woke her up she partied with us. Then we slept for awhile and then drove back this morning. Rock on! This is a typical gig for me. It was twenty years ago too. It was thirty years ago too.