Biking with dad to Logan, and Logan rocks the bike
During my seven hour layover in Reno I went out and played on the street. People were dropping handfuls of quarters... interesting I thought - quarters.
Then I realized- the slots! Of course! This place is bad ass for a busker: everyone's got loose change! Just a tip to all yall traveling buskers.
After a wild night on the train that included an impromptu lullaby concert for a rowdy group of 50 year old women and their beautiful 20-year old daughters in the viewing-car, my parents met me at the station in SLC and I had a great time with them eating breakfast at Sage's Cafe - the best Vegan restaurant in SLC.
I practiced with fiddler Chris Jacoby for a couple hours and my parents went for a walk. Man it was nice to be playing with Chris again. What a talented guy. Jesus. We're both stoked for the Salt Lake shows he'll be playing with me.
While mom tailed in the car, my dad and I embarked on our bicycles for a father-son canyon conquering - climbing over a thousand feet through a beautiful windy canyon to Logan while we got rained on. We loved it - we sang our favorite gospel songs and Mexican folk tunes in our loudest Dominguez harmony. Stay tuned for some reprises at various SYP! shows during the Utah tour. The ride made my dad the 1st official caravan rider of the Utah 2007 tour. Thanks dad!
In Logan I got put up by the great guys on the Boulevard: Tanner Lex Jones and Beaux (who both opened the Logan show), Wooley, and Hoss. Thanks guys!
The show rocked the bike down to the 60's roots of the green shag carpet. Folks got up and pedaled hard, soft, and in rhythm to the music, however they were feeling it.
People loved the Down Low Glow (www.RockTheBike.com) and we were all glowing from the feeling of satisfaction that only comes with human-powering a show. Sweaty and happy, we ended the evening by pulling out the hole punches, paint, and scissors for some quality CD making.
It was super rad to be accompanied by my homeboy Ben Abbott on mandolin and harmony vocals!
Wooley was the first person to ever power a bike-transported pedal-powered PA at a show. Thanks Wooley.
Then I realized- the slots! Of course! This place is bad ass for a busker: everyone's got loose change! Just a tip to all yall traveling buskers.
After a wild night on the train that included an impromptu lullaby concert for a rowdy group of 50 year old women and their beautiful 20-year old daughters in the viewing-car, my parents met me at the station in SLC and I had a great time with them eating breakfast at Sage's Cafe - the best Vegan restaurant in SLC.
I practiced with fiddler Chris Jacoby for a couple hours and my parents went for a walk. Man it was nice to be playing with Chris again. What a talented guy. Jesus. We're both stoked for the Salt Lake shows he'll be playing with me.
While mom tailed in the car, my dad and I embarked on our bicycles for a father-son canyon conquering - climbing over a thousand feet through a beautiful windy canyon to Logan while we got rained on. We loved it - we sang our favorite gospel songs and Mexican folk tunes in our loudest Dominguez harmony. Stay tuned for some reprises at various SYP! shows during the Utah tour. The ride made my dad the 1st official caravan rider of the Utah 2007 tour. Thanks dad!In Logan I got put up by the great guys on the Boulevard: Tanner Lex Jones and Beaux (who both opened the Logan show), Wooley, and Hoss. Thanks guys!
The show rocked the bike down to the 60's roots of the green shag carpet. Folks got up and pedaled hard, soft, and in rhythm to the music, however they were feeling it.
People loved the Down Low Glow (www.RockTheBike.com) and we were all glowing from the feeling of satisfaction that only comes with human-powering a show. Sweaty and happy, we ended the evening by pulling out the hole punches, paint, and scissors for some quality CD making.
It was super rad to be accompanied by my homeboy Ben Abbott on mandolin and harmony vocals!
Wooley was the first person to ever power a bike-transported pedal-powered PA at a show. Thanks Wooley.
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