Announcement in the Denver airport: "Will the person who left the book entitled "Using Both Side Of Your Brain" in the gate area please come retrieve it?"
Question from Rich Moore during my concert in the Salina Colorado one room schoolhouse: "Why is the wall clock stopped at 4:20?"
The two question all humans ask, according to an elderly woman in Elizabeth Gilbert's book "Eat Pray Love": "How much do you love me?" and "Who's in charge?"
My Hot Rize band mate Pete Wernick used to talk about type one error verses type two error. Type one error is where you fail to consider all the options and parameters of a situation and then of course that situation gets the better of you. Type two error is where you exhaustively study all those options and parameters, and plan accordingly, only to be outsmarted by unforeseen, random factors. In my adult life I have danced a tightrope between the two types of error. Last week, I was to fly to Telluride, but the night before heard from my host there, Dave Lamb, that a big storm was brewing for that day and that I might do well to fly to Cortez instead. The airline that provided my service to Telluride normally reroutes into Cortez and it's a lot easier to land there, and being at lower elevation it's less plagued by weather problems. I looked into doing that but because of the nature of my booking, it was impossible to do much until I got to Denver. So I let it slide. As it turned out, Cortez airport closed that day with a foot of snow, while Telluride remained open with clear weather. Had I succeeded in rebooking to Cortez ahead of time, I would have committed type two error. Thanks to the rigidity of modern air travel, I avoided that. However, I may have committed type two error on my return flight a few days later. A storm was predicted for southwest Colorado, heavy snowfall and 70 mile per hour winds. My flight and my cousin Charlie's flight were both scheduled for early afternoon. In the early morning, there was no great rate of snowfall and no winds, but we couldn't predict how it would be by the time we were to leave. Meanwhile, we realized that my cousin could fly from Grand Junction to meet his connecting flight, and as the storm would not get there until much later than to Telluride, we made a judgment to rebook him from there. I was headed to a gig near Boulder, and wanted to get there, even if it meant driving. Dave ended up driving me from Grand Junction and I made the gig. I know it snowed 15 inches in Telluride, but I don't know if out flights went, so I don't know if I committed any errors that day.
All of which is to say, if you want to learn patience, and learn that no matter how hard you plan, you might still be in trouble, try traveling.
The gigs were nice, and I got two days on the ski mountain at Telluride. Dave and Karen Lamb were wonderful hosts.
Now I'm on the way to Glasgow, for another round of Celtic Connections. Post festival, a group of 20 will tour around as the Transatlantic Concert. Watch for us in Birmingham, Manchester, London, Belfast, and Gateshead, as well as on BBC Folk Awards whenever it airs.
I saw a wonderful concert at the Belcourt in Nashville on January 13th. Bill Frisell, Marc Ribot, Buddy Miller, Dennis Crouch, Jay Bellerose. Wow. Ribot sang "Dang Me"! I met Bill, who, like me, studied with Dale Bruning in Denver. Sweet man.
Also, I've been in the studio making a new record, or recording anyway. I know some of you will buy it. Cool. Mostly, I'm happy doing some new material. I had a nice crew in there. Stuart Duncan, Mike Bub, John Gardner, Bryan Sutton, and "LA Dennis" Crouch. Dave Ferguson engineered.
Now for a nice seven-hour flight to Glasgow.