Howwdee!!!!!!!!!

Lord knows I have been absent for a while but all for good reasons……. NOT!!! Seriously, been on a string of dates that were of a different nature.

College football pre-game shows--nothing like jamming and having a 100-person marching band crossing right in front of the stage, stopping for 3 tunes, then heading into Soldier Field. The cheerleader butts were nice, though. But I saw NO SIGN of Rex out there practicing on his day off, come to think of it guess he figures he has it all under control………… NOT!

Outdoor radio festival show--just amazing, like the old hippie days, 6500 folks just a dancing those big ole swaying moves, partying in a huge number of ways, and a full moon gently shining on a natural theater-shaped meadow… America, John Waite, & Heartsfield… love beads anyone? St. Louis is truly our second home--quite a love affair going on between us! Thanks to the KHITS radio folks!

And a trip to… Dallas, Texas(!) to play, check this out, a wedding with Lyle Lovett. Let me tell you, they know how to throw a damn good wedding down there!! Heck, the hotel was a 35-star affair! Couldn’t even get your own ice, had to call the front desk and have a feller deliver it all personal like!! Damn, I never realized it but rich folk must pay a couple thousand a year in ice delivery tips alone!!! And I never even imagined a shower head that could do all what that one did; my shower was so good I had to have a smoke right after I took it--felt like I had some great sex or something!

Of course when we'd left to fly out of O’Hare, I was the one in the band that got pulled aside in no uncertain terms to get a thorough look over. Wands up my crotch, my ass; belt, shoes, shirt, everything off, pal. Now I know I may look suspicious in some ways, but I don’t think I could be mistaken for a Hillbilly Middle Eastern Terrorist from some god forsaken desert that wants to carry on explosive liquids. The closest I ever come to that is a bottle of Cabo Wabo, and I would die before I used it for anything more than drinkin! Guess all my metal parts set off some alarm bells that were heard around that airport.

Besides that, I couldn’t have a damn smoke for 5 hours or so, but it is OK to suck in 150 people's bad breath and germs and jet fuel fumes for that long NO PROB!! Half those folks, who would have scorned me for lighting up in some far away 3-foot lounge, I swear, wore way, way toooooo much of some stink-ass perfume, cologne, and hair gunk that should have made a hazmat team come a runnin’!! The best thing about the flights though, was when I returned from Dallas I was hung over & DID NOT GIVE A SHIT, and with that attitude, walked right through security with matches, lighters and a big ole’ bottle of Cabo Wabo, smokin’ in the limo and everywhere I could. Farted 4 times and burped 6 on the plane, yes! Revenge is sweet!

In the middle of the month I finally fulfilled a life-long dream, though. I got to hang out with my adopted wolf, Renke (isn’t he cute?) in a huge reserve that holds 3 packs of live big ole wolves just surrounding ya and giving one both a heart attack and a huge, Godzilla-sized rush. I love those fellers so much, will fill you in on this next Howdy!

This Saturday we return to Rock Island Brewing Company in downtown Rock Island, IL, down by the river, right by some gamblin’ boats. Great club with great sound and always a fantastic party. All of our Quad City friends, come on out and let’s kick out some serious jams together.

Saturday, October 6th, 10:00pm
Rock Island Brewing Company
Rock Island, IL
Click here to view all details, links, maps, etc., in our gig listings at www.heartsfield.com.

'Til next time, my friends. Love ya all, and be kind to animals, as Chief Seattle said,

“What is a man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For what happens to the beasts, also happens to the man.”