With or without you

Editor's Note: I had this headline picked out between the two days that appear in this blog because I went to one with 'ark and one solo. But after hearing the sad news that Jimi Hendrix's longtime drummer Mitch Mitchell passed, well it has taken on a different connotation. I just saw Mitchell out and about with the Experience Hendrix crew just a few weeks ago, and he looked as vibrant and enthused as the first go-around a year earlier. He got to do what he loved to the very end, and we couldn't have asked for much more than that for him. So I won't, and I'll just dedicate this week's entry to Mitch.

There were a lot of mid-week events going on this week, New York, baybee! Monday night, I found out that my fave celebrity chef, Jamie Oliver (no, he's not my fave because his name is Jamie! :P) was going to be doing a signing at Borders in early afternoon next day.

Takes a lot to get me up and about at that time of day, so Mr. Oliver apparently is a measuring stick in that regard. I've enjoyed his appearances on Letterman (which often end in the both of them wolfing down something you or I might find inedible -- such as olive oil from the bottle) and even tried one or two of his recipes over the years. I guess I would be the target audience for him on Dave, someone not into cooking who wanted to try it out.

So I dutifully bought my copy of his new book "Jamie at Home" (made with paper from 'sustainable managed forests') and got on the line. Not too long, the holiday might have kept people out of the city and he also was doing a couple of other appearances in times and places I couldn't get to the next two days.

He was running late and one of the girls I was chatting with on the line put it perfectly -- as soon as he gets here, we're going to forget all about the fact he made us wait. And it was totally true. He's got a very effusive personality and greeted us with "Hi guys!" when he finally made his entrance.

I had wanted to tell him something about my "target audience" theory or maybe that I had made my own variation of the sausage meatballs he made on Dave last year, but he distracted me by asking if I was a New Yorker. Now what do I always answer in that circumstance? Well usually, I say yes. But for some reason, I went "I'm a New Jerseyan." Had to think about the "Jerseyan" part. Same thing, he said. I guess it's about the same as someone living in a London suburb being deemed as someone from London. But he can say basically anything he wants with that personable English accent, and it certainly worked here.

One of the people on line took a picture for me, I had promised to do the same for him when we were buying our books since Majeed had taken my photo with Chris Trucks last weekend. Just paying it forward.

Fast forwarding... now 'ark is in tow for the back end of our "Ultimate Rock 'N' Roll Couple" bookend. We saw Derek Trucks and the Gang twice last weekend, now wife Susan Tedeschi and the Funky Bunch appear at Irving Plaza, now tabbed The Fillmore (why bother, since it's bogus and should just be the legendary Irving Plaza instead) I have to admit though, seeing the cool-ass posters from every concert medium is pretty impressive.

Speaking of that, opener James Hunter and his five-piece band did a great job of sending the wayback machine back to the '50s with guitar-driven style. I half-expected to turn back to the rest of the crowd like a scene out of Peggy Sue Got Married or meet my bobbysoxed mom as Michael J. Fox's character did in Back to the Future.

Even better though was Ms. Tedeschi, who manages to have one of the best female voices going and hittin' every note (Allman Brothers Band inside joke!) on the guitar. She has this little speaking voice and this great big beautiful singing style. Her chops on the guitar could slay many as well.

It's not a confrontational style, but it's certainly not a Grateful Dead vibe. It's kind of a soothing rock-out effect. "Back to the River" and "Just Won't Burn" were among the tracks that proved powerful in their ability to draw a mental picture, punctuated by the bluesy vocals and striking notes. The perfect way to wrap up a long summer/fall Park leg of concerts.

So next up, and this is expected to be a doozie. The big trip home for Thanksgiving, although 'ark's gotta depart on Turkey Day :( because of that neither rain, nor sleet, nor overstuffed bellies' mailman mantra. Among the stops Park will be making on a shorter tour almost shorter than Eric Clapton or Lindsey Buckingham's brief forages this year will be -- dinner with Sus, my first college football home game with my Big Bros/Big Sis little sister Jessica (jeez, I don't want to think about how old she is now!~~), Devils hockey with my sis (OK, the guys are coming too), a visit with my favorite -- and only -- nephew and 'ark meets the other two most important people to me, Mom and Jefe. 'ark will get his five minutes to schedule a visit with a friend as well. Back after the trip! Happy T-giving, everyone. :)

Detailing of the Trucks

I'll remember lots of little moments from the past weekend. Making a new friend from Palestine. Meeting Derek Trucks' dad, Chris. Being told by him that "he makes good babies." Paying less for a DTB show poster, but getting an autographed version. The actual blurring of Derek's hand during a song of the scorching first half of the Highline Ballroom show. Having Chris hold up the Derek head on a stick. Then being told that Derek has displayed the head on the stick in various places -- including the bathroom! An even better show at the Blender. Watching his brother, Duane, in the wings with a camera phone snapping pictures. Getting a double-take from opening act lead guitarist Eric Krasno after wailing on the harmonica. Getting a double-take smile from Derek after waving the infamous head on a stick.

As 'ark was making his way up to the Turnpike, I was at the Highline Ballroom -- around the corner from work, which is always slightly unsettling for some reason until I get in there and totally forget about an outside world. Lots of room up front for the opener Mocean Worker, a jammy jazzy band who introduced all the members as so-and-so Obama. That got the crowd going.

During this time, I met a nice guy (and new Facebook friend) from Palestine named Majeed. He had never seen Derek live before, and took time from his busy thesis schedule to finally catch the band.


I spotted someone with a concert poster and remembering how 'ark didn't manage to get one in New Hampshire after waiting too long as well as the Squeeze/Black Coffee in Bed shirt debacle, I went over to get one from the merch table. And there was Chris Trucks sitting there, selling wares for his son. I brought up writing the article back when Derek's guitar was bigger than he was and Chris chortled "was I drunk at the time?" Due to my rather expensive purchase of one mere alcoholic beverage, I only had a $20 on my person and the posters were $25. Chris sold me one for $20 -- and not just a regular one at that, it had been signed by Derek and two other members of the band. Much joy in the land. We took a picture and those with long Pai history should recognize for its Luongo-like moment.

And then there was much embarrassment in the land... I brought Majeed over to meet him and introduced him as Butch, who of course is Derek's uncle. Chris took it in stride, "I mess up names all the time." He apparently didn't take it too badly, for he was flirty until 'ark got there. Chris: "Is he going to kick my ass? Oh well, it's been kicked before ... and it'll be kicked again."

In the meantime, hundreds of people kept swarming into the general admission room, I wasn't sure Park would be able to stick a big toe in there. But once he arrived we not only got in, but squoze our way all the way up to the front right side of the stage.

The band SCORCHED the first half of the set, beginning with the Bob Dylan cover so applicable in this day and age, "Down in the Flood" aka "Crash on the Levee." 'ark pointed out to me when Derek was playing a solo in which his hand literally was blurred with movement -- I had noticed the very same. The familiarity of a Derek and the Dominos favorite "Anyday," which reminded me of Clapton watching him play the same from offstage at Crossroads, was a treat.

Frankly there was no way to keep up this kind of pace, and -- I want to make sure this is clearly noted, 'cause it is not intended to show displeasure, just a difference of momentum -- the set kind of chilled out about halfway through. The play was still stellar, the vibe was just not as intense. DTB's cover of John Coltrane's version of "My Favorite Things" exemplified that and the keel was evened out.

Now DTB likes to vary their setlist each night, but "My Favorite Things" did make a reappearance at the next show. I don't know if it was because they didn't quite get what they wanted out of the previous night, but it really took flight at the Blender Theater -- which managed to be even smaller and tightly packedier than the Highline.

I digress though, because there was definitely entertainment prior to that. Decided to copy and bring a copy of my early Derek article to Chris, particularly after he did me the solid with the signed poster. Also wanted to get a picture of him holding the infamous "Derek head on a stick" -- I had the idea of him holding it up at the height at which Derek comes up to his dad. After seeing the article, Chris was reminded of the couple of years of heartache his son suffered when Derek was told he could no longer play bars such as Gatorz (the place I first saw him) because of his age. But much more amusingly, the "head on a stick" has been fodder for laughter -- whether on the tour bus, hanging next to Jesus in the home or even right by the toilet in the bathroom.

This night's opener was the band Chapter 2, a great amalgamation of rock and soul. They got us primed and ready for the big event. Guitarist Eric Krasno looked surprised and bemused when heard the legendary Park $3 harmonica tooted during a quiet moment, thought I might have to go up and jam for a second there.

There was a great sit-down set ("Soul of a Man," "Chicken Robber" and "Meet Me at the Bottom") during this show that wasn't done the previous night. And Derek took time out from his busy guitar genius to doubletake for our camera. (It's at about 1:55 in "Meet Me" for those who can't wait that long -- basically everyone that reads this blog, I'm sure.) The head on a stick might have caught his attention, I'm not sure...


So back to "My Favorite Things," I'm not sure how to do either version justice because it didn't suck Thursday and it just went off to another stratosphere Friday. During this time caught a glimpse of another Facebook friend, Derek's brother Duane, standing off stage and watching the magic. At one point, he funnily tried to block out the noise and several times he whipped out the camera phone and recorded the moment just like the fans at the front of the stage.

A novel concept: members of Chapter 2 (get it? novel... chapter...) came back for the final two songs of the set and it was ignition and take off for "Get Out of My Life, Woman" and "Joyful Noise." It was great fun watching the keyboardists and the drummers switching places and not missing a beat. I was hoping Duane would get to join the party on drums, but I think the stage was in danger of being shut down by the fire department -- either for reaching capacity and/or dangerously raising room temperature levels. After a quick break, there was a third extended jam on "Freddie's Dead," which ordinarily I would have loved but well ... it felt OVERextended to me. But hey, if that's the only thing I have to complain about, well, there's absolutely nothing to complain about.

By the way, I was just FULL of Trucks faux pas this weekend, 'cause Duane messaged me this: "Sorry man, but i wish i was there in new york to see those guys play but that was somebody else. I got a good laugh though i actually thought it was me there for a second."

Blogging under the influence

You know how people turn off the light and go to sleep when it's dark out? Well, I've only been able to do that ONCE in the past THREE days. Feeling kinda out of sorts, so what better time could there be to blog? I was hoping it would up the blog interest level for a more sedate weekend, but so far I'm maintaining an even keel (sorry!).

So this weekend, Park wound up concertless, but that didn't mean there wasn't mayhem to follow. We planned to be part of a Halloween party taking place Nov. 1 in Virginia.

We got all tricked out... my original plan was for a lighter costume, but the colder temperatures from the past week made me do an audible to more weather-specific apparel. I geared up to be Patrik Elias, down to the red/white mouthguard and the black eye so familiar from his beach wedding photo. Had the knee pads, the shin guards, the jox sox, game-worn Mogilny sox to go over the pads, my Easton undershirt, Elias overshirt and a Devils-helmet shaped tuque my co-worker gave me last holiday. Even chopped one red and one white mouthguard in half to create the Elias' custom one.

Meanwhile, 'Ark went to a store, picked up at inmate costume and put it on. What a strain! Don't feel bad for him though, he won second prize in the adult costume competition!! (Personally I think it's because he runs the jail mail route through town -- delivering letters to and from those in local prisons. Well that AND there's no hockey team around!!)

There was a funny moment before getting to the party, when we went off to find 'ark's friend at a Civil War re-enactment. From the tents, we could hear young "soldiers" calling in our direction "Halloween was YESTERDAY!" Oh yeah?? Well, the Civil War was centuries ago!

Not wanting to wear out our welcome/nor start Civil War Part Deux we went off to the party. The adult/kid musical chair game definitely had its moments. I was able to make the group laugh by forcibly ejecting one man from his chair by spilling him out of it. The look on his face when he fell to the ground was priceless, and he slunk away. The rest of the night was fraught with warnings such as "Watch out for the hockey mom!" Guess I'm the most famous Democratic hockey mom now. ;)

Back to the big musical chairs contest, because I know you're falling out of your own proverbial one -- It wound up down to me and another kid... and with the competitive juices flowing... I of course took a dive by spinning dizzily out of control and falling to the ground. But seriously, how long could I walk around in circles?

The other moment that seemed to gain appreciation was during the hay ride. With the air dark and disorienting and a tractor seemingly pulling you in any direction, the remaining adults jump out and try to scare the kids on the ride. Which gave me the brilliant idea of sneaking up behind the scarers and scaring them. That was a lot of fun too.

There was also some fine eats, from stew and chili to Tootsie Rolls and toasted marshmallows. A lot of fun was had by all -- except maybe for the crying Spider-man, who wept when he was overly scared on the hay ride and then bawled again when he lost at musical chairs. I haven't seen so much unnecessary crying since Madden's kid at the 2003 Stanley Cup celebration.

Next week's gonna be a BIG music week. The early part of the schedule has us at two Derek Trucks Band shows in the big city and then in the middle of the week Derek's wife, Susan, is in town too. Not exactly the coveted Soul Stew Revival from earlier this year, but we'll take what we can get!! Hopefully I can even out the sleep ratio before that.

The fortitude (and luck) of the Parkish

Park is nothing if not open to give and take. Mark's become a huge Lindsey Buckingham fan (Buckface? Buckhead?) over the past month or so, and this weekend it was time for me to see one of his idols -- Joe Bonamassa.

It was a bit of a game of chance, as Joe B's NYC show at BB King's was sold out, but it took us about 10 minutes in front of the venue to score single tickets from two different individuals. We set up shop at the ledge about a booth to the right of where the quartet took in Chuck Berry, so that led to some fond memories.

Joe B is a guitarist/sponge. You can tell that everything he's heard has been ingested and is literally waiting there for future use. Hearing that he has previously discreetly played a riff from "Edge of Darkness," a BBC series Eric Clapton provided music for, only heightens the impression. And leaves you wondering what riffs like that you're missing out on just because you don't know someone else's catalog to their deepest depths.

He tore the place down with slow blues ... with fast blues, just every kind of blues blues. A great time and obviously someone it would be easy to see over and over and over again.

Going to JB/BB's on Friday meant missing out on a couple of things I probably would have otherwise been doing that day -- 1. a Devils game (Didn't miss anything there. They played like crap and got shellacked) and 2. opening night of the WFMU Record Fair (a convention I had been waiting to go to since about February).


We did the latter on Saturday. And wow, it's pretty daunting to walk into that room. Even charting a course and following it, there's no way you can see everything. The overwhelming feeling dissipated when 'Ark made his trademark vinyl jokes. (Insert eye-rolling maneuver here).

But I fared pretty well, picking up some Hendrix and Fleetwood Mac bootlegs. The thing I was looking for the most -- Peter Green playing with Otis Spann in Chicago -- I wound up getting for free as part of a Hendrix deal. Best of all was a table that changed from 25 percent off to 40 percent off as we started scouring their collections (pictured here). Lots of cool additions to my collection were made there (including a Chuck Berry picture disc). And with a human shopping cart at my beck and call, we worked our way through the huge rooms in about four hours.

Oh, almost forgot! The buy of the day had to be a DVD of the Lindsey Buckingham Nokia show we were at not a week before. When we got home and watched it, we cracked up when we saw 1. us high-10ing at the left side of the stage and 2. the sound of the ol' three-dollar harmonica tooting away during a break in the encore. I swear we could tell when LB was looking over at us too, just from his eye angle.

Another successful weekend in the life of Park!

Personal upgrades

It was pretty hard to top the previous weekend in terms of -- well everything -- so we won't even try. But Lindsey Buckingham and company ventured to New York to wrap up their small tour at the Nokia Theatre.

While the show can't hope to rival Atlantic City for soul and spirit, it did sound tremendously amazing. The acoustics in the building are -- as 'ark likes to point out -- built for recording and so every note was clear as a bell and ringing just as sharply.

The setlist and even much of the chitchat was the same, but between the two shows I think 'ark's bubble of Fleetwood Mac as pure pop has been ... well, popped. And Lindsey Buckingham's finesse as a soul artist both with the guitar and vocally are a whole different story.

As he explains it, he works for the giant corporate machine known as Fleetwood Mac. But that enables him to do his side work and, as a result, both sides now feed off each other instead of taking him on a more destructive path. He definitely seems, not at all mellow, but just grounded.

The big Park game plan was to leave the mezzanine seats and dart for the stage once "Go Your Own Way" started and everyone started to go their own way and that's what we did, in time for me to pogo along with GYOW once again. And I thought I was tired. Apparently 'ark was having a visual conversation behind my back with a guy not irritated but amused by my antics.

I would swear both Lindsey and especially "Jessie's Girl" Brett made eye contact during a couple of the songs. (This isn't our photo though, it's courtesy of Pattie at The Ledge.)

But the piece de resistance -- the final song. Now we hoped for something special for the final show of the tour. That didn't mean different material, it just meant the most stirring version of "Time Precious Time" one could imagine. The pointed guitar movements and perfectly toned voice and the final word "Rememmmmmber" fading out ... well, let's just say, it won't be hard to not forget!

So 'ark had to reMiata and return home the next day. That meant me and good friend Liam were on our own for Experience Hendrix on Tuesday. Last year, we saw the show at the Beacon Theatre. This one was at the Hammerstein Ballroom. Kinda cramped if you are in a seat, but we just moved back to the final few rows of empty chairs and basically stood and jammed all night. Much better!

Among those on the bill: Eric Gales (was at first show), Doyle Bramhall II (sigh, yep, he did "Angel" again -- my first near tearjerker of the night), Eric Johnson (never saw him before, he really caught fire), Billy Cox (just smashing in red), Jonny Lang (didn't pull out all the stops but was solid), Kenny Wayne Shepherd (DID pull out all the stops again on Voodoo Chile and Voodoo Child Slight Return), Brad Whitford and son Graham (not bad, son), the effervescent Mitch Mitchell (frankly I'd pay just to watch him walk on and off stage), a couple of Los Lobos dudes (righteous! and nice take on "Little Wing"), Hubert Sumlin (dude was ON!) and Buddy Guy (not liquored up... thankfully since the crowd was about one-eighth of the energy of his show in the same venue just a couple months ago).

Got to meet and get CDs/picture/ticket signed by Eric Gales and Billy Cox after the show. Funny EG moment... a 20something fan went up to him right before me and said "you gave me a whole new perspective." Then when I went up I said "I already had perspective, but you were really great." So Eric tells me that I rock. And I must have had a brain freeze cause I went "I rock? Eric Gales [editor's note: he had just played the s out of his guitar] is telling me that I rock?" So that was pretty righteous.

Of course it would have been righteouser with 'ark in tow. But he'll be back this weekend. We have Joe Bonamassa at BB's (hopefully seeing journeycouple again!) and the WFMU Record Fair the next day.

Law of appreciating returns

This weekend was one of those with potential for disappointment, which causes one (well me anyway) to temper my enthusiasm just in case. Now that it's over and in hindsight, I can enjoy how everything played out.

It wound up being one of those in which you have three hours total sleep over a three-day period and in pictures it kind of looks like zombie nation, but enjoyment-wise it'll be tough to top.

Enough of the vague-irities. First sis was coming in from Florida, first for the Devils season opener (which 'ark told everyone who would listen -- and a few that probably didn't want to -- that he was benched and unable to attend.) As sis and I have been doing the Devils thing together since Nov. 23, 2001 (in-joke: Ellyosh and seeeee-kora), and this being the first game of the new season we planned it that way for sis time.

So the Devils have two scoring lines and two power-play lines now (something we haven't had for a few seasons), so that's great to see. Zachariah Parise scored the first Devils' goal of the new season and my boy Patrik (Patty) Elias had the game-winner. All good and lots of fun.

Mere hours later we were up and heading for the bus to Atlantic City to see Lindsey Buckingham and 'ark ... not necessarily in that order. After dumping the bus voucher credit in about half an hour, we did a lot of shopping and some eating. AC has better Devils merchandise, than the freakin' Devils Den.

Funny moment when I was buying something on the boardwalk when both Pook and 'ark saw each other before I did. I believe sis' quote was "It's either Mark or some pervert." Hey she was doubly right! ;)

More shopping and lots of joking and general frivolity ensued. Not sure sis took it as a compliment when 'Ark said we not only look alike but have the same method of reasoning. We played the water gun balloon arcade game. 'Ark won twice and the girls took the prizes, haha.

Oh yeah, we still had Lindsey to see. It was a small venue, Xanadu at the Trump Taj Mahal, and there were a ton of empty front seats at the beginning, but the diehard fans started moving forward. It turned a staid early show into an incredibly vibrant meeting of the minds. The band (particularly Lindsey and guitarist/keyboardist Brett Tuggle) really seemed to appreciate it.



Here's a great vid of "Go Your Own Way." I don't know how 'Ark stood still, me personally, I was pogoing around not of my own free will. It doesn't have quite the energy level we experience, but I just love the fans playing the guitar with Lindsey near the end.

I made a small nuisance of myself during band intros with the ol' harmonica ... and by yelling "Play Jessie's Girl, Brett" to Mr. Tuggle -- two decades ago he used to play backup for Rick Springfield. The girls my age seemed to get it.

One of my fave parts was the encore "Second Hand News." I was standing on two front-row chairs by then and there was some kind of go-go dancing going on. This is not yet up to full go-go strength at the beginning of the song...


And akin to Pook's Clapton experience back in 1990 ... "Tusk" is the new "Cocaine"!

It took us forever and a day (plus a bus, two trains, a cab) to get back to Newark and another two trains (one broken) and a plane to get Pook home, but I'm still flying high on all of it. Thanks Pook and 'ark!

The good, the bad and the ugly

This past weekend was momentous in the annals of Park history, as three events were accomplished in just two days' time. There was an inconvenience that threatened to muddy up the proceedings and give us the blues, but since 'ark didn't let it get to him -- and he was the one majorly discomforted -- we will bypass that and get to the good stuff.

Now over the past weeks, I've gotten to introduce 'ark to people, places and things he hadn't experienced before. This week, it was going to happen twice to me. First on the docket was Popa Chubby, who I think should deem himself Pop A. Chubby if he doesn't want people to call him Pope-a Chubby as much!


But frankly who cares what a guy's name is when he can play guitar like that. But first thing's first. There were special guest Parkies for the show -- namely lovely Ellen and hubby Carmen. Ellen's known as journeygirl in Eric Clapton Access circles, so I deemed them journeycouple. We found out that all of us were already planning to see Zucchero at Carnegie Hall the next day -- small world.

As we were seeing the show at the famed Mexicali in Teaneck, N.J., we thought we'd meet up for dinner there. Wasn't quite as impressed by the food as we thought we might be ... but the banana chimichanga was a delight, despite its visage on arrival. Flowing chocolate will do that to a dish.

Less of a delight was the opening band. I had my doubts about them when they opened with "How Sweet It Is," but totally lost interest after that. As did Ellen. At one point, we accidentally bonked heads and thought that to be more infinitely interesting. The cover band definitely had some Grateful Dead leanings, and as we do not, their set left us at least comatose en route to the flat line.

But none of that mattered, cause Popa came out and plugged his guitar right into our souls. The result was a couple of hours of searing rock blues. When it comes to Hendrix covers, I'm as discriminating as a few thousand Fab Four fans at a Beatles convention, but I was totally knocked out by "Hey Joe." The solos were strong and not repetitive and it seemed like he and his crew coulda gone on forever. I know dozens of us would have stayed.


But after a couple endings and then a final finale, the show did end. We waited to meet Popa and his wife, Galea -- who had not only held her own when she came on stage for a few songs but even added more to the night by doing so. They were both as cool as they could be and we posed for the first Park-band photo.

When 'ark first brought up Saturday's Zucchero show, I said uhhhh we were going to Devils-Rangers at the Garden. Turned out the preseason hockey tilt was at 1 p.m., so we were able to do both. This marked 'ark's first time at an NHL game and I gave him the whole afternoon to ask all the stupid questions that he won't be able to query when the games mean something.

The Devs quickly took it to their rivals, with my man Patrik Elias potting the first goal within 90 seconds and another one by Dainius Zubrus a couple minutes later. Elias got another one later and I thought I might FINALLY see my first "hatrik" but nope, another two-goal Patty game for P.

And how did 'ark hold up? Well he seemed to getting into it and gaining some understanding, even sitting on the edge of his seat at some point. And then the funny thing... the third period ended and I got up to celebrate and, well, 'ark sat there waiting for a fourth period. Hahaha. He was wondering why all the Rangers fans would leave with 20 minutes to go.

I usually stick to the entertainment portion of the program but the visit to the legendary Ruth's Chris Steak House should get some mention, just 'cause the meal was so damn good!



And then the capper, Zucchero. Two days after his birthday, the Italian rock/blues/the kitchen sink singer drove the crowd into a frenzy with his passion, verve and talent. There was rockin' at Carnegie Hall that probably hasn't even been seen at the Garden in some time. People getting into the music and just enjoying it without stepping on each others' toes. And you don't even have to understand every word to feel it down to your own digits. (Editor's note: Will add photos for this ASAP.)

So due to those circumstances beyond our control, we may be Parkless this coming weekend, but in two weeks, we'll have a verrrry special guest and the first of two Lindsey Buckingham shows that I'm just racing my motor about as we speak.