State Line Revelation
I was driving back to Oklahoma City last night from a show in Kansas City.
It was about three in the morning and I had a screw up with my toll ticket
The details are too long (and embarrassing) to go into but….well: I had TWO tickets.
And I gave the toll attendent the wrong one.
It threw both her and her machine for a bit of a loop.
And then I had to explain that I had just driven up that way
the day before to play a show.
And that I was now driving back.
“Oh,” she said. “What kind of music do you play?”
I hate this question
And I get asked it all the time.
And I bet I’ve given twenty variations of:
folk/Americana/roots/progressive/alt-country etc etc etc
And of course NONE of my answers have ever really explained ANYTHING
But there, last night, on the Oklahoma-Kansas line I just suddenly spurted out:
“Red Dirt Music”
“Oh, cool.” she said, totally satisfied with the answer.
She gave me my change and I drove on...with a big smile on my face.