We missed our flight from Nashville to Fort Lauderdale, caught the next one, and arrived at the festival just in time to scarf down some grilled chicken and take the stage.  Brody unpacked the merchandise suitcases to find that 1)Southwest airlines had destroyed my very expensive credit card machine in flight and 2)the TSA (Transportaton Security Administration) had pried open our metal cash box with what looks like a chain saw and a stick of dynamite.  Then I sold three CDs.  Three.  To the two women manning the CD table for us.  Three.

I was thankful to be alive, have a full stomach, and be playing music for a living but I was very much hoping the rest of our day was a little more, I don’t know, fantastic maybe?

And it was.

We drove up to Jupiter, Florida and spent the evening at a minor league baseball game where Brant Hansen was doing the play by play.  He announces games from time to time, seemingly just for fun.  And fun was had.

imageIt was “Dog Days of Summer” at the ballpark.  Every kind of dog related product and service one could imagine was represented by the booths in the concessions area and every fourth being in the stands was in fact a real live canine of some sort.  We have video.

Even better?  Brant announcing, “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity with us tonight.  Please welcome Nashville recording artist…Brody Harper and his road manager Shaun Groves to the game.  Please welcome…Brody…Harper.” (A faint smattering of applause followed.)

Even better than that? Periodic announcements for the night’s sponsor “Urine B-Gone.”

Yes, folks.  Brant Hansen.  Brody Harper.  And two wiener dogs fighting.  All of it on tape.  But no cable to get it from camera to computer.  It’ll just have to wait.  For about a week. 

We play here in Port St.Lucy tonight and then take off for Jamaica tomorrow morning.  See you tonight at the show or back here in a few days.