Monday, March 31, 2003

March 31, 2003
Attacking Wyatt Earp art. Working on two scenes at once. Trying to capture the vagueness of it all. Pushing Wyatt’s face back into the haze. Is it him? Is it true what they’re saying about him? Will we ever know the truth? Staying loose, having fun (make that intense fun, if there is such a thing), but work is only work if you’d rather be someplace else, eh?

Knocked off at 1:30, took a shower. Kathy and I drove down to Scottsdale Community College Performing Arts Center for a tribute to Dan Trimble, Marshal’s brother who died earlier this year. Marshal is establishing a scholarship fund in his later brother’s name at the college and I was asked to come play guitar. Unfortunately, I don’t play guitar, I am a recovering drummer and when I got there I saw the stage and there were no drums. So when it came time for me to perform (I was sandwiched between two cowboy poets) I came out on the stage and said, “I’m here to cleanse your palate,” got down on my knees with the mike and sang the last refrain from Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love.” I was off the stage and out the door before the audience knew what hit them. The MC, weatherman Ed Phillips, told me to make it short, so I obliged.

From there Kathy and I drove down to Harkin’s Camelview Five to see the Spanish film “Talk to Her.” ($12 tickets, $6.50 for popcorn and water). Really enjoyed it and the Spanish subtitles. Afterwards we went down to oldtown Scottsdale and ate at Pischke’s. This was an old haunt of mine in my KSLX radio days (in fact David K. and I had our photos on the wall as “celebrities” until our glory days passed us by. Ha.). Had my usual: Cajun Chicken Caesar Salad. Absolutely the best ($43, Kathy bought). Talked to Matt the doorman and Jeff the bartender (he’s been there 16 years!).

Got home around nine, watched some war coverage and read the New Yorker and Newsweek. Went to bed around 9:30.

"It is never too late to be what you might have been."
 —George Eliot

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