Chicken Soup for the Frontman

Will someone make me chicken noodle soup?

Yup, you guessed it: I'm sick. If you know me, you know I am never sick. Oh sure, I may get the weird shit that no one else gets, but never the straight-up cold, like I have now. The last time I got a cold was probably three years ago. But I have one now, and I have to deal with it because in about thirty seconds the band is bound for Nowhere, New Jersey--smack dab between Trenton, NJ and Allentown, PA--for a two-hour radio performance/interview on WDVR's "Guitar Town." Which means I have to sing. Stuffy. In between sneezes. With my eyes sore and not enough sleep in me.

Nothing that a couple shots of Afrin and a whole bunch of other over-the-counter crap can't get me through.

Here's the thing, though--sick or not I get to play music today and I am too excited about that to care much about being sick. I don't want to sound like my head's in a balloon when I sing today, but I am very much looking forward to being inside the songs, in their stories, with fiddle and drums and bass and guitars all dancing around me. I am sure I'll feel better once we're there, anyway.

We will be in the car for about 12 hours today for the chance to play and be interviewed for two, so if you are around, near a computer, I ask that you tune in and listen. You should be able to stream the show on www.wdvrfm.org

Tune in, listen, call in, make requests-and pray I remember not to say "shit" when we play "Sad Songs and Alcohol."