April 2, 1998
P.O. Box 12078
Cincinnati, OH 45212
Hello again. Thanks to everyone who found us at Bogarts. You were a fine looking bunch. We had a good time getting the songs across even though as usual by the end of the night at that particular venue, the sound seemed to get more and more elusive on stage. I heard mixed reports about the sound in the club, but I hope somehow it all managed to come together in ways that made the everyday numbness fall away.
The good news is that Michael Timmins of the Cowboy Junkies came to the show and spent some time with us, and it looks like we may be living a good part of July through December on tour with them in North America. Over the Rhine will open the shows and then Karin and I will join them for their set: she’ll sing along with Margo and I’ll be playing some Hammond B-3 and Piano. Jack and Terri T. may sit in on some numbers as well. So hopefully this time we really will be performing in a city near you. Finally.
On a different note, A&M Records has asked us to put together a little concert so that they can take a peek at us in action. Critique our clothing and haircuts. Experience first hand our mid- western exuberances. This is probably one of a number of these types of concerts we’ll be doing, but it’s always good to have a few familiar faces present.
We’re selling about 65 tickets at The Buzz Coffee Shop at 2900 Jefferson Avenue here in Cincinnati, where the concert will be held this coming Sunday evening, April 5, 1998. Doors open at 7:30 p.m. You can pick up tickets there during business hours, and be part of this intimate affair Sunday evening. (The $10 ticket proceeds will pay for the sound company etc.) Hope to see you lounging on one of the couches.
It’s a perfect Spring day today in Ohio. I’m going to drive up to Grand Rapids, Michigan this afternoon for a writer’s conference, featuring the likes of John Updike, Elie Wiesel and Bruce Cockburn to name a few. I’m speaking on a panel called, “Musicians as Writers.” I’ve been practicing waiting for just the right moment after somebody on the panel has said something profoundly engaging. I lean into the microphone and say, “I couldn’t disagree more.”