Keitum/Sylt, Germany: Captain Corl

The Gal Holiday band was mentioned in a hilarious “strange happenings” column in the Keitum newspaper called “Captain Corl” Published the day after our public show on the Island of Sylt, a German island in the North Sea, it speaks about our band, a “wild squad of Country musicians from…New Orleans…” and calls me a “Sangermaus” which I feel needs to be included in our band bio now.

(Translation below, courtesy our friend Sabine.)

Captain Carl Sylt

TRANSLATION: Captain Corl: Sunshine at night

Sylt is indeed well-known if not infamous for all kinds of curious occurrences, especially during mild summer nights. I have already seen shadow figures, clothed in Asian garments, standing on the beach, mumbling to themselves while repeatedly bowing towards the setting sun. Or a group of quite slender and very blonde Yoga ladies, who first go about dreadfully straining themselves in various directions in the dunes, and then stop dead in a peculiar pose. I think it’s called Sun Salutation. But all this was outdone in Keitum the other day when late in the evening a wild squad of Country musicians from, you better believe it, New Orleans, took over with a really cute sweetie pie of a singer who then shortly before midnight sang: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” and that in the dark…

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Broke Down and Broke

After our harrowing breakdown experience last week we wrote this song on the 17 hour drive to Denver from Shreveport:

Broke Down and Broke

Broke down and nearly broke
Ain’t that the way that it always goes
When time is on your side
And you’re feeling mighty fine
Moving on down the road

Thinking maybe so
We shoulda stopped a few miles ago
Outside the last town
When we heard that funny sound
And now the black smoke’s burning my nose

Now we’re broke down and nearly broke
We need a tow to the nearest garage
Made a call to triple “A”
But they wouldn’t pay
And now we’re sittin by the side of the road

Two nights in a roadside hotel
Our cash flow is getting real low
Gotta make up the cost
And the time that we lost
Getting the diesel repaired

We were broke down and now we’re broke
At least we’re back on the road
Until the next time my friends
When it happens again
And we’re broke down and broke

Diesel Smoke

Welcome to my first post here on my new blog, Life On (and Off) the Road with a Honky Tonk Gypsy Gal. Is the title clever enough? Does my header picture say what I want it to say? I’ve been at this for days on and off and really I just finally decided to just write something. I’ve been needing an outlet to get stuff off my chest more quickly and frequently than my band emails to fans and this seems to be just the ticket. What is this thing called Blog?

This past week has been one wild ride and here’s a little piece of why. The whole story  might fill a book so here’s a quickie recap.

Dave B and I left New Orleans on Sunday, bound for Denver, Colorado, a summer band tour and an exodus from the steamy south for the rest of the summer. We stopped for a night to visit family in Natchitoches, LA ready to really hit the road the next day with a leisurely trip ahead of us. You know where this is going right? No sooner do we get to the LA/TX line then black smoke starts chugging out of the back of our diesel van. Breakdown city. 110 degrees with the heat index and stuck on the side of the highway, trucks screaming by.

Basically, Garage #1 totally screwed us by telling us they could work on the van and then changing their minds the next morning which consequently ended up costing us 24 hours. Being on a schedule and not knowing if we were completely out of commission or not, we were put in the pressure cooker situation of sitting and waiting, completely at the mercy of the tow companies and Garage #2 who turned out to be angels in disguise.

One breakdown, two nights in a hotel and $800 later we decided to make up some time and run the 16 hour drive straight through from Shreveport, LA to Denver, CO. And we made it. That’s the point. And the tour starts tomorrow. Everyone safe and sound. My mom flew in for this weekend of the trip but that’s another story for another night. Stay tuned.

110 degrees