Turning Point

We are in Birmingham right now at the Moonlight Music Cafe, a fantastic venue that is a true listening room. Andy Laird is on now, with a real piano, making real music. There is something so pure about one person and an instrument and nothing else on stage. There song is laid bare as is the singer. Andy did a little bit of that last night (see below) in Nashville but in a different way. Another honky tonk, another late night show last night. We left the generosity of Andy's buddy, Chris Johnson, and ventured out in the Bluebird midday in the 100-degree Southern heat and Dan hopped an early plane up north for a wedding. It is damn hot down here. AC is not a luxury but a necessity. In Birmingham we find ourselves at the southernmost point on the trip, the turning point. We are coming home now (with 600 miles to crank out after the show tonight to get to Ohio). As Jeremy remarked today that it will feel so good to trade the couch or floor of a friendly stranger for the familiar bed and turn in the seething embrace of the blacktop for the arms those who welcome us home. And then the tour moves further up North (at least it will be a tad cooler). Until tomorrow blogtites and blogmites...
Andy gets shirtless with some Roosters:

Charlotte Kendrick and Dan Rowe rockin' the Pond:

Jeremy gives the generator some fossil love:

Riding shotgun on the Bluebird: