Dixie Bee-Liners American Revival Tour—Day 10 and 11

Casey Henry

Casey Henry

If it wasn’t for having to title this blog every day, I’d have no idea how many days we’ve been on tour. Today I was criticized by my tour mates for not updating the blog yesterday, which, I might add, was our day off, so I’d better get with the program today.

Friday night’s hotel was a little weird. It was called the Country Hearth Inn and it still had that new construction smell. There was a high school sports team staying there, as well as a huge group of women who were very enthusiastic and loud, and the walls were very thin, so I could hear people talking in the rooms on both sides of me, and they weren’t even talking loudly. I tried to turn on the AC to drown out the noise, but the fan wouldn’t stay on, so I resorted to ear plugs.

Then in the morning the hot water they had for tea had obviously been run through the coffee maker and tasted awful. And one of the lamps in my room was missing a lightbulb.

But the whole experience was redeemed as we were loading the van, when Robin donned one of the Uncle Earl Halloween wigs:

Robin Davis will wear that starry crown over there.

Robin Davis will wear that starry crown over there.

After that highlight I broke off from the rest of the band, rented a car, and went to my aunt Laurie’s fiftieth birthday party. Great food, great wine, two different chocolate cakes. What more can one ask from a party?

The rest of the band drove to Asheville and took it easy. They had the best Indian food that they’ve ever had (so they tell me) at a restaurant called Mela. Brandi finished book four of Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse novels. Jeremy practiced mandolin. I’m not privy to what the other bands did, but everyone really, really enjoyed their day off.

I re-met the rest of the band today, dropping my rental car off and getting Rachel and her boyfriend Chris to come pick me up and take me to our hotel. Tonight’s venue was the Orange Peel, a club, rather than a theater, which is what we’ve mostly been playing up to this point.

After our load-in and soundcheck Jeremy, Robin, and I walked down the street to a noodle shop for supper. Jeremy had won ton noodle soup, Robin had seseme noodles, and I had tom tom noddle soup. All was well and good until Jeremy bit down on what he thought was a tough piece of cabbage. Unfortunately it wasn’t. This is what is was:

Jeremy Darrow with the rogue soup ingredient.

Jeremy Darrow with the rogue soup ingredient.

In case you can’t tell, it’s a piece of paper, like the kind of seal that’s on top of the parmesean cheese container under the cap that you have to take off before you can shake it out. Yeah. And they tried to charge him for it anyway. He made them take it off the bill.

The crowd tonight was very enthusiastic, if not very large. They genuinely seemed to like what we did, and that made us feel good. Alas, they didn't seem to like it enough to buy CDs, though. You win some, you lose some.

Tonight's post-show libations were at the Irish pub down the street, Hannah Flannagan's. Boddington's for me, Guinness for Jeremy, not sure for Robin. Boy that really hit the spot.

Today is a short drive down to Atlanta, where we're playing at the Red Light Cafe. I know at least eleven people, my family and friends, who are coming tonight, so we should be able to pack the place!

Monday night's marquee.

Monday night's marquee.