My buddy, Todd Fox helped me film this. Today would have been Walt Whitman’s 201st birthday, so I decided to talk about what he meant to me at a younger age. I also read from section 32 of Song Of Myself and ramble on a bit with some personal thoughts. Ol’ Walt’s ideas were a bit different than the ideas I grew up around and I’m sure they were a positive influence on my young, developing brain. I’d like to claim that I’m not “demented with the mania of owning things,” but I do like my guitars and amps and Walt Whitman books. And therein lies the rub. Thanks for giving a damn, -Otis
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Hey friends, I have some not so great news that I need to share
with ya. My UK Tour that was scheduled for July 2020 is not gonna
happen. We’d hoped upon hope that things would get better and we kept
putting it off, but it’s time to face the facts. We need to do the right
thing and cancel this tour.
I’m fortunate to have met so many
wonderful people on these tours. Whether it’s the promoters in big
cities and small towns or the people I get to chat with after the shows,
I definitely get to see the best of
folks every night. I can’t imagine doing anything to harm these people
who have been so good to me. The reality is, it would be irresponsible
of me to do this tour, so I’m gonna stay home for now.
I’m not gonna lie, this will put us in a pretty rough financial bind,
but we’ll find a way to work it out. Almost everyone I know is without
an income right now, so I know we’re not alone.
I look at it this way. It’s raining like hell, my family and I are standing in the middle of a field, huddled under a rickety umbrella. We’re trying to hang on the best we can. If we can hold out long enough, maybe we’ll find shelter under a tree, maybe we can even help someone else find cover. Until then, we’re gonna hunker down as best we can until the storm finally passes. And the good news is, the storm will pass. And when it does, I’ll jump on a plane and come sing some songs for y’all.
My earliest childhood memory is my grandpa playing music with his friends on New Years Eve 1969-70. Exactly 50 years later, I sat around and played that same guitar with my friends on New Years Eve 2019-20. Here’s to good friends and good music in 2020.