Some musicians pooh-pooh the idea of playing for older people; like it’s unhip compared to, say,  a room full of drunks screaming for “Free Bird” or something.  I’ve been doing it for 16 years, and consider it more than fine.

As a lifelong author and musician, I’ve road-tripped for about 30 years. The overwhelming majority of out-of-town excursions have been delightful: Frequently playing lovely venues, meeting friendly folks, as often as not savoring scrumptious local scenery or cuisine. The next level down is a much smaller collection of subpar performances, people in dirtball towns with unrealistic expectations, and Cheez-It dining in my car enroute to the venue because there’s no time for anything else.