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Driving all night …

I spent 15 hours in my truck during a recent two-day trip to and from Ohio University, which gave me a chance to test my iPod’s FM tuner gizmo. It worked very well, better than I expected. There are a few spots where I was catching a bit of fuzz, but overall, it was clear and made the drive much more bearable.

It plugs into your cigarette lighter and allows you to listen to your iPod on one of four FM frequencies. It also keeps the iPod charged.

Driving home Friday night reminded me of several of the long-haul late-night trips I made in my younger days. Driving back to Edinboro from a 1981 Dead show at the Capitol Center in D.C. only to run out of gas at daybreak a mile from our exit. Driving from Birmingham to Destin in the middle of a muggy summer night in 1986 and freaking out at the stars and insect accordion hum during a piss stop somewhere south of Montgomery.

And this time, driving through rainy central Ohio swarming with swollen creeks, hoping the temperature wouldn’t drop below freezing and having my entire CD collection at my fingertips. Loading all my CDs into the iPod has given me a chance to revisit stuff I haven’t listened to in a long time. Returning home, I listened to Mazzy Star, the Breeders, Natalie Merchant and Phish. The more I use this thing, the more I love it. I’m now into the “S” CDs in my collection (Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys …) and think I’ll have the whole thing loaded on the iPod within another week or so.

Here’s a link for iPod freaks with too much time on their hands …

Now Playing: From Gagarin’s Point Of View from the album Somewhere Else Before by Esbjorn Svensson Trio

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Dancing Bob …

Lots of travel during the past week or so. I flew out to San Diego for a conference, where one night found me with a cigar in one hand and a Maker’s Mark in the other while I was dancing the way only a drunken white boy can dance. Not a pretty sight.

Drove from San Diego to Ventura after the conference and skated through L.A. with hardly any traffic grief. That was nice. Then I got a first class upgrade on the way back to Knoxville. Very cool.

After a brief night back in Knoxvegas, Lara and I flew up to Chicago to see Buddy Guy at his Legends club. It was incredible. And once again, Dancing Bob was unleashed on the unsuspecting masses. It amazes me how all those folks can stand stockstill while Buddy is wailing the blues.

Perhaps the coolest part of the weekend was the return home. We stepped into a blustery Chicago morning looking for a cab and stumbled into a limo that agreed to take us to O’Hare for the same price as a cab. The driver turned out to be a blues harp player who was pretty impressed when he found out we’d flown in to see Buddy Guy. We were talking about the blues, and he whipped out a harp and blew a few notes to explain what a diatonic harmonica is. When I asked who his favorite harp player is, he said Howard Levy . I’ll have to give him a listen.