Updated: Mar 6
~8:00 PM local Wow, I'm kind of tripping out
As I was driving today, watching the farmers smiling in their overalls on their farms, I thought, "He puts on his overalls because he knows a lot. He's out here growing food like it's nothing." To have a farm, you've gotta coordinate water, plumbing, electricity, building a barn, whatever. You gotta know what you're doing. These guys do it like it's second nature.
When I played in SF at Christmas for several hours, l left that place bone dry, no tip. Here I was, thinking, I'm writing all this deep shit and nobody cares. Then I come out here and people are coming up to me, filming me, shaking my hand, wanting to share my music, saying all sorts of complimentary things. I guess we get each other.
Well, I'm off to chat with some good people then fall off into a deep sleep. 'Night.
P.S. someone shared this with me on FB. Mahalo for the shout out, Big Rig Shots.
~4:30PM local time
Met a cool cat, Ruben from Orlando, Florida via Panama. He's a trucker who came to support the convoy.
10AM Good Morning!
Well, after I got up and did some Wim Hoff, I sang eight tunes for the convoy as they exited the parking lot with cops directed traffic. For five of those tunes (20 minutes), the trucks were actually moving. A lot of trucks.
The live-stream of my playing for the truckers didn't record for some reason. Figuring.
Attended the morning gathering:
Saint Roberts, MO invited the convoy to come through their town so they could show support.
A lady recited a poem about the flag. If I had a flag, I'd put a redwood tree on it.
The trucker lead talked about "what time it is," which resonated.
Recording of the morning meeting, if you're curious.