What I did over my Thanksgiving…

Over the Thanksgiving Holiday, I left the Satellites of Rock and Roll to journey to a part of the country I had never been before; Nebraska. Want proof? Here’s a picture of me riding my first tracker in Schuyler. Thanks to Seth of the hot rod gang, The Contenders for showing me how to drive it and for letting me feed his sheep. Having come from the East Coast, I’ve never seen such flat land as they have in Nebraska. The wind never stops blowing. I feel like a got a real understanding of the restlessness that exists out there. No wonder some of the greatest music ever made came from the mid-west. Omaha was a nice town, but it was Lincoln that I really dug. They have some great vinyl stores still going strong in this little college town. There was definitely energy and creativity in the air. Now Nebraska isn’t just a great, stark Bruce Springsteen record anymore to me. My eyes have been opened. Oh, and the beer is nice and cheap out there too.