Tour, Day 2
Awakened at 9, with the offer from the overhead to detrain for a short time (shuffle off AT Buffalo). Next opportunity is Syracuse. I remember Syracuse...
My welcome to Albany started with a thunderstorm and tremendous downpour which held off until I exited the Station. I ensconced myself at Better Bite, and awaited ruperthemoose. Impressed them all by remembering their names; Corey, up front, Damien in the kitchen, Aton, the Owner. "HOW you remember our names?" Aton asks. "Memory is what I do..."
Am now safely nested in Albany, and about to embark of a serious round of burritos, care of aforementioned ruperthemoose. Harp is dry. I am clean. Tomorrow I have a gig. Tonight, I get to rest.
My welcome to Albany started with a thunderstorm and tremendous downpour which held off until I exited the Station. I ensconced myself at Better Bite, and awaited ruperthemoose. Impressed them all by remembering their names; Corey, up front, Damien in the kitchen, Aton, the Owner. "HOW you remember our names?" Aton asks. "Memory is what I do..."
Am now safely nested in Albany, and about to embark of a serious round of burritos, care of aforementioned ruperthemoose. Harp is dry. I am clean. Tomorrow I have a gig. Tonight, I get to rest.