June 29th, 2005 by Aaron
Rocking and rolling out of a 1983 Massey Fergueson 860 and into a 2002 Martin DC-1E, I’m back in the saddle again.
We’re hitting Hays with a big show on Friday at the Rail. Wild West Fest should be concluding just about the time the party start on 11th Street.
Saturday marks the first Aaron Traffas Band show in Oklahoma, with a performance at Ira’s in Alva.
Sunday will be our sophomore show at Dave’s in Kiowa, KS. Last time was good and we had 2 hours notice. We’re actually planning this one, so it should be a blast.
Wednesday, Mason and I will be down at the Harbour in Lawrence.
“When you’ve been walking and someone offers you a ride, you don’t complain if the air conditioning doesn’t work.” -Aaron McKee
June 25th, 2005 by Aaron
Brian 7
Aaron 7
Tied up
Got back last night late
Day and a half break for the [r]auction
Moving out of the Musician’s Hotel
Sorry, Trevor
Your key probably won’t work anymore
Better cut some wheat
Trying to be close to done by the July tour
Coming up faster
June 19th, 2005 by Aaron
Score
Aaron: 1
Brian: 3
Over half way done with the Hunter place
Going to go mudding today
“Get a little mud on the tires”
I’d write a song about that if I were a Nashville Nancy
June 17th, 2005 by Aaron
We finally put the headers in the wheat
I was the first to get stuck this year
The score is
Brian: 1
Aaron: 1
Megan got to sit in the New Holland
Idling in the AC
Watching us and probably talking on her phone
New shows added
Manhattan
Dodge City
Lincoln County Fair
Stocking up July
Full day ahead tomorrow
June 14th, 2005 by Aaron
Rain delay
Back to harvest
And yet not quite
Three auctions in four days last week
Now back to the farm
One combine ready
Mine is still knocking
Spent most of the day yesterday isolating
Rear beater has some play
Going to run it until it blows up
I’m so behind on phone calls
July and August are nonetheless filling
I’ll try to be regular
June 6th, 2005 by Aaron
I won something like $80 last night playing poker on an evening I was expecting to be working. I guess I’ve been on a lucky streak the last few days.
Mason and I played at Bobby T’s on Thursday to a fair crowd. Getting to play with Mason was certainly worth halving the pay. We had a bunch of compliments to the sound. I never believed that drums and an acoustic guitar would work at T’s. Sometimes it’s good to be wrong.
Friday found me westbound for Hays and one of the more interesting Rail shows I’ve had in a while. After resigning to the fact that lack of advertising on my part led to the empty bar to which I started playing, the place lit up. There were several groups of people who came in, not to mention the several girls from different groups trying to get me naked on stage, even though I explained that wanting was often times much more enjoyable than having. I signed more autographs in various places on various things Friday night than I have all year. After hours lasted until like 5:00am. Thanks to Hillary for the floor, Trey for coming out, J-Will for coming back to town for the show, the Rail for booking me through September even with their staff changes, and to Blaine and Mike for giving me such a damn hard time all weekend. Paybacks are hell, gentlemen.
Saturday was the third show in as many days. I’m starting to rescind all those thoughts I had about Trevor being a Nancy when he was complaining to me about blowing out his voice. I got through the show, but I’m glad it was my last one for a while. I actually was really, really happy with the show. It was the first time I played all of my originals. It was the first time I sat down for a solo Buster’s show. I played most of the songs, for lack of a better descriptor, more acoustically than I normally do — slower, with more feeling, taking more liberties with the melodies. The only hard part was being sore and tired from the three hours sleep on the aforementioned floor, and the fact that from 10:00pm to midnight my throat felt like I swallowed a bunch of broken glass. I got through it and was darned happy with the final she-bang before my vacation.
Vacation my ass. I’m sitting here at 8:40am getting ready to go clean out our drills, service both combines and the wheat truck, change the front walker shaft on my combine, convert both machines from milo to wheat, and fix all the problems I will discover when doing all of this. But you know what? I really don’t care. For the first time in over a year, I have a date on Wednesday.
