thats not how you say "new mexico" in french.

but i did play at the buckhorn, a bar in a teeny town outside silver city called pinos altos. the bar looks pretty much exactly how you would imagine a bar called "the buckhorn." i got there, and apparently the guy who actually runs the open mic wasn't there, so i just hijacked a corner and played for awhile (blonde bartender said it was ok, random dude helped out with the PA) we finagled a mikestand out of an antique tripod and some duct tape. i played a borrowed guitar, which of course was a goddamn classical guitar instead of the kind i normally play, which of course makes it sound all muddy and clumsy. but i guess it was good enough, because people actually listened! i never expect that at a bar.

anyway, i'm big in new mexico, everybody knows me there, i'm pretty much a legend, they cried when i left. and had a parade.

if you want to see a sweet local blog writeup about it, with and intensely unflattering picture of me (i look a little "spit or swallow," if ya know what i mean...) then

click on this badboy