Mat d. and the Profane Saints:

 Not much to write about this weekend.  Business as usual.  Loaded up for the road with Bob and Kurt opting to bring Mrs. Birch and Mullins respectively;  Monty, Kelley, Jeff and I hauling the trailer to Council Bluffs Friday afternoon.  One of the coolest things that happened all weekend was the SUV with South Dakota Plates driving up beside us about 40 miles out of Sioux City with a gal hanging out of the passenger side window holding a Profane Saints Koozie in each hand yelling HELL YEAH at 70 miles per hour.  That got a howl and a hoot from everyone on board the Profane Ford.  It was great to meet the Mezcal Brothers from Lincoln- what a fabulous band.  Straight rockabilly done right.  Harrahs wasn't packed (our first time in Council Bluffs- something we expected) but those in attendance were very enthusiastic.  I'd like to give a shout to our new friends from Minnesota-one of them being Brando Reinhart (a bitchin’ name if I say so myself) from New Ulm, MN and his fabulous crew that stayed for the entire show.  When we got paid I felt a cool buzz reading the top of the check printed with the letters "CAESAR'S PALACE LAS VEGAS NEVADA"  Hell yes.   Thank you Harrahs.  We all headed back for the hotel where we drank cheap beer and watched crappy horror movies on HBO.  Thank you Super 8.

Bummed around Omaha that morning and afternoon, visited the famous Drastic Plastic, Ted and Wally's Homemade Ice cream shop and the old market candy store for some old fashioned horehound drops (hardcore...I know) Visited a cool sheepskin and custom leather store as well...Omaha is a cool town.  Tons of culture to take in.  As late afternoon approached we headed to Tin Lizzy's in Fremont, set up for the show and grabbed some dinner.  When we left the bar there were about 3 people in the place.  Upon returning the whole bar was PACKED with many people already crowding the area where we set up.  As we sailed through the first set...the look on 90% of the audiences face was "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" Determined to win the crowd over,  I came back with an acoustic set calling on some familiar covers by the holy Trinity of Johns...Johnny Cash, John Prine and John Hiatt.  That seemed to do the trick.  Once we were two or three songs into the last set we had people dancing on tables, dancing inches away from us.  We were surrounded by dancers.  Very cool- we'd won over some hearts and ears.  The night ended with us pulling out of Fremont and arriving back home around 3 AM.  Head ringing, adrenalin fading my head hit the pillow and everything went dark.  Another weekend on the road under our belts.