My apologies to Eric Cheng. He’s been lending me little cameras since I started touring, and of course I always forget them at home. In particular I was kicking myself at 9 a.m. this morning, as the promoter of last night’s show wheeled a bright yellow 1941 Piper Cub out of the hangar, and I climbed in for a tour of Tonto National Forest from 1500 feet.
I seriously cannot call this musician thing a job.