I left Damian Erskine (our new bassist) and Jay Koder (the new guitarist) to shed their unison lick during the solo section of Wild Horses while I went to get myself some liquid encouragement—two creams, at the coffee shop upstairs. By the time I got back, there it was, some countrified Coltrane string of notes that can’t help bring a smile to anyone’s face. “Almost perfect,” I said, as I strolled back into the studio. In truth, it was perfect. But, “you never know how much better it can get unless you prod a bit harder, about one inch shy of pissing someone off,” is my motto. (There are names for people like that.)
Been scratching my head trying to figure out a new opening to the show and where to put, let alone what other songs to add, to the new show. So, I took a trip down memory lane, stopped at Nightwalker and found what I think could be the tune to jump-start the night—now, to explain the whole sequence to the lighting directors. Tomorrow, rehearsals with the whole band begin, but for now, it’s off to a morning hike, work on the stage legs, maybe sing a couple of choruses of Summers of my Life to the yellowing trees.