Radio,TV, Beach & Rush Hour

I did not sleep very well so I wake up at 7 am to the continental alarm of my cell phone not knowing where I am nor how I got here. Luckily it only last for a couple of seconds. I jump out of bed under the shower and get ready.

It takes me a while to find the radio station and luckily I left the motel a little early. Chris, the host at WMPG is a wonderful, resourceful character and asset to the indie community in the North East besides a great interviewer and host, means I have a blast and don’t realize that I have only had about 3 hours of mediocre sleep and no coffee nor breakfast. Here is Chris with Danielle Miraglia, a great singer songwriter from Boston who was his first guest.

After the interview I have to dash out and drive to the WCSH6 (Channel 6, NBC) for an interview and some songs. It’s downtown Portland and I luckily find a parking spot in front of the station. Kathleen Shannon, the anchor is already wait for me and I’m a little late so bang, bang I’m in the middle of a song. They asked me if I can shorten it so I try but have to stop after a minute because I shortened the lyrics and messed up the rest- after all I’m tired with no breakfast yet. It’s no big deal and they let play the song the way it is. I love TV, the adrenalin is always a little higher. Here is a pic with producer Becky Smith and Kathleen Shannon, anchor of 207, the show I will be on this evening.

They are soooo nice and Becky gives me a big hug on the way out and two mugs for the girls. Now I need some caffein and food. There is a sweet place nearby and I get a seat right next to this thing.

Then I leave Portland for a show in Rockland, MA this evening. On the way out I drive by a wonderful park and think about stopping and talking a walk.

I decide to drive for a bit and rather make a stop somewhere along the Maine coast. I find a little village and walk straight to the Beach checking out the Atlantic ocean.




Isn’t it beautiful? Views like that make my day and everything worthwhile. I hang out for about half an hour before I get back on the road. It’s still some ways and I have to drive through Boston on a Friday afternoon. Not good! and from a peaceful quite Maine shore I drive into the hectic Boston Friday rush hour.

I’m nuts! I get stuck for 1.5 hours in on e of the tunnels and almost lose it. It takes forever and it’s hot in my car so I have to keep all windows open but then I get dizzy from the exhausts so I close them again and sweat like a pig. I arrive in Rockland just in time to set up.

Man am I done. Somehow I can’t imagine playing a show tonight and interesting enough my mental suggestion seem to have taken on reality and nobody shows up - I mean nobody, that is my record! I’m not frustrated and know that I took on the whole US, not just part of it, so I enjoy my chat with Bob Alonge the owner, his wife and a friend and play three songs for them before I leave.

Tomorrow I have to be back in Portland so I’m thinking of driving up again but feel that this is not working. I Watertown and give them a call. They are only about 40 min away and happy to have me for the night - lucky me. I bring a bottle of wine and we chat until late. Good to have these little islands of friendship and peace of mind.