June 12, 2025
We took no prisoners at Sharlot Hall on Tuesday. Didn't hurt that I had these cats backing me up.
The only regret in this photo is the lonely snare drum sitting there, unplayed. I had toyed with the idea of giving the boys some back beat from time to time, but the show was moving so fast, I never got the chance.
After the gig we retired to the Palace Saloon on Whiskey Row and ate and drank to our heart's content. At the end of the night we posed in front of the giant Junior Bonner mural to commemorate a classic night well done.
If you look close between Stuart and I you will see the name of my agent, Jeb Rosebrook on the poster. This is an inside joke between Stuart and I because his father—who wrote "Junior Bonner" called himself my agent because he got me a gig at the Westerns Channel inadvertantly. It never failed to get a laugh.
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