Hello America, Rob here.
The Moondoggies. Apparently there is a band called The Moondoggies. They’re one of those “Ed bands.” They all have weird names and Ed always seems to be listening to them a month or two before they start popping up everywhere. They’re almost always good. Tonight, he’s hesitant to share:
“I don’t know guys, Moondoggies can get kind of soft.”
“That sounds absolutely perfect right now.”
It is. I cannot imagine a better soundtrack to our trip back from FB’s in Cincinnati. It was a hard-fought and well-won show. It was two sets. It was a party. We’ve earned the right to listen to something relaxing, and these “Moondoggies” of Ed’s certainly qualify.
We’re ten minutes into the forty-minute drive back to Hamilton. We’re using Dave’s hometown as a base of operations during our four days in Ohio. Dave’s aunt Linda, who plays host to us when we’re in the area, is nothing short of anointed. As I type this we are speeding towards hearth and home, gourmet chicken salad and a much-needed washer/dryer. Tonight will be the second night of four that six semi-grown men descend upon Aunt Linda’s home with bags and mass and appetites and body odor. It will be the second of four that we are all treated like family.
It is fortunate that we have a home base for the next few days, because we’re going to need to be well-rested for this weekend. Tonight and tomorrow we’ll be in Hamilton and Oxford, both of which should be relatively easy. Saturday we’re going to have an early reveille and about an eight-hour drive to Auburn, where we will be briefly reunited with our friends The Grand Magnolias (formerly Hightide Blues). We’re pretty much going to have to step off the stage and back into Vandalf though. It’s a five-hour drive to Pensacola and we’re playing an early slot at Deluna Fest on Sunday, which means we’re going to be able to crash for about 3 hours before making our way over to the festival.
I’m looking forward to Sunday. The third day of Deluna Festival is going to be almost entirely New Orleans acts. In addition to us, they’ve booked Galactic, Kermit Ruffins, Big Sam’s Funky Nation, and Honey Island Swamp Band. As though that weren’t awesome enough on its own, the headliner for Sunday is Willie Nelson. Willie Nelson! Come on! Probably the coolest person on Earth, and we get to look at him while he plays music. I know it’s a longshot, but if I get to meet Willie Nelson, I will literally transform into a shrieking teenage girl. Not figuratively, mind you. Literally.
I cannot think of a better way to end this tour.