Jed arrived safe and sound on Thursday.................tried to feed him, but he was full. Said he had snacked at several stops along the way. He was acting kind of strange. I thought we might go out, but he didn't want to be seen in public. And he told me that if a car drove slowly by, with a man and a woman in it with a big X on the door, to give him notice. He then went and hid under the bed......I don't know?

We are having a great time. Jed did a radio interview, and then we went to a session with the lads from my band on Friday. Saturday we did the pilgrimage to Elderly and this anal (poor choice of words, LOL) son of a gun doesn't spend a dime. I think that is illegal. But he played about everything in the shop. And in Elderly that is saying something. Next thing I knew he was following this short fella out of the shop. I got out there just in time to throw him in the car and get out of town before the police arrived.

We made our way to Grand Rapids and had dinner with a friend of mine who is about 5'6" tall. Jed kept eying him over his salad. I ordered steak tartar for Jed to keep him from pissing off my friend.

Jed's concert was spectacular. He was a great hit with the folks here in West Michigan. I think we will see him again up here. For the third set, the members of my band and I got up and played with him. Have you ever heard "Under The Boardwalk" done with Irish instrumentation? How about "Jamaica Farewell"? Then the sonofagun hauls out "Hit the Road, Jack" and starts and then turns to me and says "sing it, Mick". I informed him with great grace and diplomacy (read that as being said with tongue planted firmly in cheek") that I didn't know the words. So he turns to the audience, while the rythm is being played and says "Ray Charles did a nice version of this, but it was lacking something..............a bodhran solo" and then goes back to me. So I did a bodhran solo, all the while cursing his entire lineage back four generations. Then Tom slips into a mandolin solo. And we end the song to a huge ovation. The Culture Police arrived a few minutes later to arrest us all, but our loyal fans wouldn't let them through the crowd. Jed then launches into "Darling Be Home Soon". Great song, and sounded wonderful with the instrumentation at hand. We did a half a dozen songs, and the evening was a huge success.

We did have to slip out the side door quickly at the end of the evening. The Culture Police had called for backup and now were joined by the SWAT team which was looking for "a tall guy, blondish hair, with a ponytail who plays guitar and whose wife is called Lou". That describes both of the Beef Brothers. They warned the crowd to closely guard their arseholes, especially if the person is a short male. We split up and met at the corner and made our getaway. We are headed to Toronto as soon as I can construct a muzzle for the lad. I hate to do it, but their are many small men in Canada.

More when we get to Toronto.

All the best,

Mick