Wash.-ed out.

November 18th, 12:09AM

Well FINE. Apparently, here in Port Townsend, when you have a big neon sign that says “OPEN 24HRS” doesn’t mean the same as it does most places.

Or maybe, the neon sign at the Cyber Bean Café lost the bit on the bottom that said “-NOT!”

Whatever the case, they were closed. So no blog download, no checking Emails, no looking up what Hipshot model number I need. All I got was a late, after-gig walk in the cold.

The walk probably did me some good, seeing as how I ate so late. Here’s how that worked; we went to sound check at 4:00, unloaded, set up, and worked with the “sound system” and sound man. In the meantime, we ordered our food, a contractual arrangement. So we finish up our work around 5:00, but the cook says he probably can’t have the food ready before 6 or 6:30. Hmm. Okay, we don’t want to sit around there, so we arrange to come back at 7:30, and our food will be ready. So we do. And we wait, and wait, and wait. Finally, our food is ready. The problem is that it’s 8:15, and we play at 8:30. So I eat my Seafood Linguini and Cheesecake at 11:30, after the gig.

Geez. Waa waa waa. Pretty soon I’ll be whining about the color of M&M’s and the brand of bottled water in the dressing rooms.

Well, Mark who runs the Upstage is a real nice guy, and in fact all the people tonight were really nice. Dirk Anderson, an upright player whose band played the Upstage the night before was there with his wife, both very nice people. Dirk is a very good jazz bassist, with great tone.

I bought a great black cowboy hat in Seattle. I like wearing it onstage. It’s better than closing my eyes when I want to, ummm…concentrate.

What else.?...what else?...there’s a little diner here that makes great Fish & Chips, and has fantastic Milkshakes. Wish I’d eaten there for dinner. It's called "Sea J's" if you're ever there.

There I go again.