Little Pasture on the Prairie

Back in my wayward youth, when I was a full-time touring musician, I spent more than my fair share of nights on couches or floors or camped out in the back of my Subaru station wagon. I had two dogs that usually toured with me, so I was never alone, and rarely felt lonely. Sometimes I had an apartment to go home to, sometimes I didn’t. I must have some nomadic ancestry, because it suited me. I…