The tour begins at about 6:00am Thursday at LAX Waiting for the flight from Los Angeles to Philadelphia
While checking in at the gate I got in a tug of war with the airline employee about the “requirement” to check my guitar at plane side. They always try to persuade but I can always find room in the overhead for my Martin. Never let them check your musical instrument.
About 2pm philly time we land and I head over to AVIS to discover that they want a security deposit that I don’t have. Luckily my rainmaker Kathy comes through back in California, we put the deposit on her card and after 2 hours of delay I’m on the road in a Toyota Spirit.
Digging on the bushy green mountains of eastern Pennsylvania. I love this place.
Changing strings at the Knights Inn in Pittston PA
At 9:00pm Thursday I show up at WVIA Public Media, Monster energy drink in hand, to pre-record an in-studio performance as part of the Homegrown Music series. Here’s Music Director George Graham and I in the control room.
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Guitarist’s-Eye View of the WVIA sound stage.
Friday morning at the diner. Everything’s remarkable when you’re on the road: “Broad Mountain Stone – Take us for Granite” haw haw
Morning comes and I’m back on the road, barreling down Rt 476 toward Ocean City MD to play a live set on WOCM Irie Radio. What a great time hanging out with B.K., Leslie and Schwab and cracking jokes. Here’s the control deck of WOCM FM, with great view of the party people at Seacrets Resort
Joe Matzzie on Live Lixx at Six, WOCM Ocean City MD Friday July 25, 2014
Back in the car watching the sun go down over Chesapeake Bay.
More road-stop curiosities. Driver human?
When the sun came up the next morning I was entering Pittsburgh. I was not prepared for the emotional high of seeing the city.
When I agreed to play the Saturday morning market at Farmers@Firehouse in the strip district I knew it would be a tight schedule. 3 shows in about 36 hours, separated by about 12 hours of driving, with some sleep thrown in on the side. What a rush. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing.
Monday night I stopped by Club Cafe for the AcoustiCafe open mic. Met some really cool local performers, poets, songwriters, really talented musicians, even some others on tour.
The corner of 10th Street and East Carson Street, South Side of Pittsburgh, where I lived while a student at Duquesne University. The song Speak To Me on my album This Box Makes Noise was partly inspired by memories of this intersection.