Did I say I was worred about rock slides?

Ahem. Did I say I was worried about rock slides in Colorado? Did I actually make cracks about what else could possibly happen? Unfortunately, this morning I would learn exactly what could...and did...occur, when I innocently asked Eric how the Aspen show was last night. And by the way, don't look so innocent in this photo, Ade and Eric (I guess this pic of Adrian Belew and Eric Slick was taken by Ms. Julie Slick in Aspen to celebrate the fact that they are still alive)...it's a good thing I didn't know about this yesterday or I would never have been able to sleep!



ETA: Wow. Someone just posted this You Tube of the trio from Solana Beach last week. The energy in it is amazing - you can really hear the whole audience singing along and it's a blast.



So as I was saying, I talked to Eric today and made the mistake of asking him how he was doing. And please pardon all of my "Oh God" responses because I have to stay true to the story and "Oh God" was all I could say while my I clutched my heart all white-knuckled.

"Hey, good morning, Eric! How's it going? How was the show last night?"

"We're lucky to be alive after yesterday."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. I'm serious."

"Oh my God - what happened?"

"On the way to the gig, a giant piece of sheet metal fell off of a truck in front of us going 80 MPH."

"Oh my God!"

"Luckily, it went directly underneath our car...but if it had bounced..."

"What?"

"We'd be dead."

"OH MY GOD!"

"So we go to show," he continues. "We play the show way late and shorten the set a little bit..."

"And?"

"Then we decided to drive to the next gig in Boulder because there was supposed to be a blizzard. What we didn't know is that we had to drive through Vail Pass to get there."

"And what is Vail Pass?" I asked nervously.

"Look it up."

I race to Google but of course I spell it wrong and get veiled pass which leads me to a porn site because I'm not paying attention and still busy shaking over flying sheet metal and near death experiences.

Not to mention rock slides.

But I find it soon enough.

"Oh God. The highest, snowiest, iciest point in the State of Colorado?"

"Yeah. I was sleeping at the beginning of our drive...then I woke up...and..."

"And?"

"I woke up just as a tractor trailer was spinning out of control and sparking in front of us."

"Oh my God, you are killing me! So then what?"

"We made it."

Okay. Deep breaths. Time to regroup and not think about this.

"What a relief. Jesus."

"Anyway, the show last night was great. There was an oxygen tank backstage. So we all have pictures of us hitting oxygen."

"What???"

"I needed it. The elevation was so damn high."

"I need them! The pictures, I mean!"

"Ha! I'll send them to you when I get to Boulder."

"Oh wow, so you didn't make it to Boulder last night after all?"

"No, only half way."

"Holy crap. Do you have to drive in a blizzard now?"

"Yeah, but it's day time. It won't be as bad. We aren't far from Boulder now. Okay, gotta go. Talk to you later."

Not as bad? Erm...I just talked to Eric again a few minutes ago -- three hours after that conversation, they are still driving in some serious snow. Yikes. Excuse me while I go have a shot of brandy and go hug Gary and the dog for comfort.

I'll post the oxygen pics when he sends them.

Oy.

Later,
xo