the Eagles in Dallas

What an amazing concert, the Eagles in Dallas, last Saturday. A real “supergroup,” and yet, for all the slick production value, the superstars all acted like humans. Joe Walsh did an old James Gang piece, and his introduction to that one piece shows that the old guy still has his chops. To the max. Got to thinking about marketing ideas. Things that ain’t worked: media kit. Trying to contact the editors at Texas Monthly and the in-flight magazine for Southwest Airlines. Presumably natural fits for me. Another option, judging by my e–mail, something that must work, even though I hate the stuff myself, there’s always unsolicited commercial e–mail. Personally, I think it’s unconscienceable, but that’s just me. And it’s prevented by the terms of service for my server — so that option is out. I set out for the train station in Dallas, to catch my ride home, only to discover the train had been derailed someplace in Missouri. That was a sign to take a plane, instead. Flew home, then had a date at the airport with my red headed Cap friend. Oh yes, and her 14 year old niece. A little Salt Lick BBQ, some shopping, a little Amy’s, sure. The airport isn’t such a bad place to visit, if you’re not stuck there.