The pungent, familiar smell of oil being pumped tickles a memory somewhere in the dusty files of my brain. I'm either outside of Houston, or somwhere in West Texas. Considering that the predominant color is beige and I've seen more wind turbines than Astros fans around...well, I'll let you draw the conclusion.

Tonight is the last show of this short-run tour. Midland, TX at The Hemingway. I already have a great feeling about this venue because of it's namesake (side note: if you've never read The Sun Also Rises, please do), and Landon has played there enough that he text messages the owner in order to book shows, so we should be in the clear. Well, at least in the clear as far as the venue being supportive - it is a cigar bar, so fresh air is in short supply there, but rich mahogany is in excess.  It's kind of a big deal.
 
I like this place. Familiar faces dot the classy, smokey canvas and many of those faces have soon-to-be-familiar faces sitting with them and enjoying the music. Fans and friends shout while clapping, then fold their hands and make introspective looks as they listen and nod.  One of the staff members suggests that I make myself at home and try some of the chocolatey-smelling pipe tobacco he's smoking...and who am I to disagree with the staff? It is chocolatey... 

I wish every show could be like this. Great venue, great fans, great night. I'm more than happy to be "stuck" in the Midland with you. Until next time, so long West Texas - keep the sand hot and the people friendly, and I'll see you soon.

-TRMJ