read Repeat Offender (part 1 of 3) here Day One: Packing for a flight to Atlanta with a stopover in San Diego. I am tempted to bring more clothes than I need. Amateur move! Hey, I’m rusty. I’m wearing jeans. A cardigan. T shirt. I pack my one good tailored black suit. Roll up some t-shirts and socks… zip ‘em up in those little compressible packing cubes. Highly recommended! They’ll make you feel smart. I checked the weather report. And it looks like my destination, Florida – yeah the Sunshine State – is a pleasant 70°. I have no plans to “hit the beach,” sadly, but I do check the Surf Report for kicks. Panama City Beach Surf Reports and Surf Cams say it’s FLAT.
Chuck Skipper’s was epic for me. You were BRILL! Just what my soul needed…Really wished I could’ve done all the Florida dates but Pilar 95 and Euclides 89 needed a bit of my attention. I had to beg, borrow and steal just to arrange a quick overnighter from Lake Worth (remember the Bamboo Room?) I also remember Tropical Heatwave Fest a few years back pre-C. Ybor City knows how to RAWK. Last time I saw you before Skipper’s was Eric Brooks’ bday dinner at Suppenkuche which I like to call Super Koochie. A lovely evening. It was around the time of the amazing City Hall Anniversary show. Be safe and well and I hope you got a mild case of Breakthrough ‘Rona. All my ❤️ to Stephanie and Happy Trails in the Old Country. It really was a balm to see you.
Ah, the GREAT Mickey Newbury......did I by chance turn you on to him years ago (the Hard Luck Stories era...)? If you ever get around to playing Ft Collins, CO - my new residence - I'll be there.
Glad to read that Skipper's is still hanging on. As someone lucky enough to see the Mission Express' brand of magic at the Smokehouse one night years ago, I can only hope others get to experience the same. While I'm visualizing a return to bustling times for Skipper's Smokehouse I'll also keep a thought for the vintage, colorful porno shop down the street - this pandemic has been brutal for anyone trying to rub a few coins together in the service of the arts, ya know.
Incredible to feel out on the road with you. You gave us a much needed lift at Daryl’s House whenever the hell that was. It’s a stated goal to see you again this year, somewhere, sometime, somehow. Watch the gauge and take good care.
I love your stories. It's like we're right there. I told you that Kevn played in my backyard when I first moved to the ATL, right? Landlords won a radio contest.
Chuck Skipper’s was epic for me. You were BRILL! Just what my soul needed…Really wished I could’ve done all the Florida dates but Pilar 95 and Euclides 89 needed a bit of my attention. I had to beg, borrow and steal just to arrange a quick overnighter from Lake Worth (remember the Bamboo Room?) I also remember Tropical Heatwave Fest a few years back pre-C. Ybor City knows how to RAWK. Last time I saw you before Skipper’s was Eric Brooks’ bday dinner at Suppenkuche which I like to call Super Koochie. A lovely evening. It was around the time of the amazing City Hall Anniversary show. Be safe and well and I hope you got a mild case of Breakthrough ‘Rona. All my ❤️ to Stephanie and Happy Trails in the Old Country. It really was a balm to see you.
Love the stories Chuck (and the shows). I wish you had written your autobiography!
Please come play in Richmond, VA!
Ah, the GREAT Mickey Newbury......did I by chance turn you on to him years ago (the Hard Luck Stories era...)? If you ever get around to playing Ft Collins, CO - my new residence - I'll be there.
I always enjoy your prose Chuck. Looking forward to seeing how you tie in the Richard Marx album title in part 3.
Thanks so much for a great read.
wow - great story - like a rock and roll studs terkel...
Glad to read that Skipper's is still hanging on. As someone lucky enough to see the Mission Express' brand of magic at the Smokehouse one night years ago, I can only hope others get to experience the same. While I'm visualizing a return to bustling times for Skipper's Smokehouse I'll also keep a thought for the vintage, colorful porno shop down the street - this pandemic has been brutal for anyone trying to rub a few coins together in the service of the arts, ya know.
Incredible to feel out on the road with you. You gave us a much needed lift at Daryl’s House whenever the hell that was. It’s a stated goal to see you again this year, somewhere, sometime, somehow. Watch the gauge and take good care.
I love your stories. It's like we're right there. I told you that Kevn played in my backyard when I first moved to the ATL, right? Landlords won a radio contest.